Darin in the Dunes 2

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2024 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

A Public Exhibition

Once Darin was clothed again, the girls led him further into the dunes. Debby told him they were just about in the center of the island. About two miles further was a campground. A little ways beyond that was another popular beach on the opposite side of the island from where they’d started. It didn’t have big breakers like the first beach, and some people preferred the calmer waters. She said they wouldn’t be going that far. Yet. The campground was their first destination.

As they crested a taller dune, Darin saw the campground stretched out before him. There were lots of RVs and tents and picnic tables. And lots of people milling around. The campground looked to be at capacity. On the far side were four narrow wooden buildings that reminded Darin of the changing rooms, but even smaller. He realized these were what he’d mistaken the changing rooms for that morning. They were outhouses. And they were constructed with the same rough, weathered wood as the cabin and the changing rooms. And as both of those locales were associated in Darin’s mind with abject humiliation, he had a feeling the outhouses were where the girls were taking him.

That ominous premonition became a sickening certainty when they stopped a few feet away from the buildings.

“What are we doing here?” He hated the quaver in his voice.

Debby answered brightly, “You’re so cute, we want to share you with everyone. Now, let’s see…” She looked him over critically. “I think for this, you’ll need to take your t-shirt off. It’s long enough that it might cover up things we want to be visible.”

Darin balked. He was tired of taking orders from these girls. He was tired of exposing skin against his will. And he knew from Debby’s comment that more people were about to see a LOT of that skin. He looked around at all the campers going about their business. Which of them were about to see what they shouldn’t if the girls had their way?

Darin crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his chin out in what he hoped was a fearsome way. He glared at the girls, resolute and defiant.

Mariana cleared her throat. That’s all it took to quash the rebellion. Darin sighed and slipped his shirt over his head. Pauline took it from him. Darin hung his head, more ashamed than ever that he’d given in so easily. He was an unmitigated wuss.

Debby told him, “Ok. These doors have a hook and eyelet inside to lock them. It’s a pretty flimsy arrangement. We worked on the one that’s third from the left. When you go inside, go ahead and lock it. Then pull the eyelet almost all the way out of the wood. We twisted it around so the hole is too big now. It won’t take much to make it come completely out. Then drop your shorts and undies and sit down. Act like you’re doing number two.”

Mariana added, “Be sure to spread your legs wide so whoever walks in on you gets a really good look.”

Darin’s mouth was hanging open. “This is going to be awful. They won’t just see me naked… they’ll think I’m going to the bathroom.”

Debby rolled her eyes. “Yes, Darin. That’s the point. That’s why we’re here. Jeez. You can be so slow sometimes.”

Mariana said, “You can actually do it if you want to go all method actor. Just remember to wipe.”

Darin was offended. “I ALWAYS wipe.”

Mariana shrugged and said, “How was I to know? You ARE a boy.”

Pauline said, “We’ll probably only be able to do this three or four times. We don’t want people to get suspicious. Then it’s on to the restrooms by the beach. There’s always a bigger crowd there. And over a wider area. We might get ten or eleven surprise encounters out of it. Maybe more.”

Debby told Darin, “Go on. And remember… we’ll be sitting at that picnic table over there. We’ll be able to see inside when someone opens the door. Spread those legs. Don’t be selfish. Give them a lot to look at.”

Darin said glumly, “I guess you’ll be recording, too.”

Debby smiled. “Of course.”

Pauline said, “See? Darin’s not slow.”

Darin knocked at the door of the third outhouse. He didn’t want to do to anyone what others were about to do to him. When he received no response, he opened the door. It was much smaller inside than the changing booths had been. There was a wooden bench with a hole in it. A toilet seat sat on top. A round metal cylinder was positioned under the bench leading to a waste pit beneath his feet. A roll of toilet paper was on the right hand wall, and strange looking triangular plastic bucket with a tube attached at the bottom was on the left. The tube snaked its way down into a hole in the floor. Darin realized this was a urinal. The tiny room smelled worse than the restroom back at the cabin. He muttered, “Gross.”

After closing the door, Darin slid the hook into the eyelet. He inspected the girls’ handiwork. They’d done their job well. It looked like the eyelet was about to come out of the wall at any moment, whether he pulled on it or not.

He dropped his shorts and underwear and sat on the toilet seat, making sure to spread his legs. He looked down. His penis and ballsack were quite obvious as they dangled over the opening. And as the door was only a few inches away from his knees, whoever walked in was going to be looking right down at him. He wondered if he could get away with leaning over to block their view of his crotch. The girls hadn’t said anything about his posture. He decided not to try it. It sounded like a spanking offense if they noticed what he was doing.

As he waited, his legs kept twitching, wanting to close the gap and hide what hung between them. Just to be safe, he placed both hands on his thighs to hold them in place.

He had time to wonder why the girls were doing these terrible things to him. And he hadn’t even been their first victim. Just the most unfortunate. Why did they take such evil enjoyment in humiliating people? Could the boredom of living on a small, uneventful island really lead to such disregard for the feelings of others in pursuit of entertainment?

“Pssst. Darin.” He heard Debby’s whispered voice from behind the restroom. “You’re about to have company.”

When he heard this, his legs tried to clamp shut like a vice. He barely managed to hold them apart. The door opened outward for a fraction of an inch and stopped, then the eyelet popped loose. As Darin was thinking, “Why can’t other people knock like I do?” the door swung all the way open.

A girl of around eleven or twelve years old was standing in the doorway gawking at him. She was wearing a brightly colored one-piece swimsuit. Just behind her was another girl of similar age and attire. The first one let out a shriek, drawing the other’s attention. They both stared with brazen delight, then doubled over in peals of shrill laughter. They staggered away still laughing, clutching at each other for support.

Darin screamed, “The DOOR. Shut the DOOR.”

He bounded up off the toilet seat and grabbed at the door handle. He misjudged in his haste and knocked the door all the way around till it smacked against the front wall of the restroom. Now he was standing in the open doorway, naked down to his ankles. The girls’ shrieking laughter had drawn curious looks from everyone in the immediate vicinity. Darin’s eyes met those of about twenty or so startled spectators of all ages. They were mute with shock.

Darin wailed, “The lock came off.” That broke the spell and everyone began laughing along with the girls.

Darin reached over with both hands and scrabbled at the door, trying to pull it closed without having to go all the way outside the little building to grab the handle. It wasn’t working. He was just abrading his fingers on the rough wood and exposing his nakedness for even longer. Beginning to feel his eyes burn with the onset of tears, he finally made a run for the handle. But since the few clothes he had on were down around his feet, his run was more of a ridiculous, waddling walk. After he was able to finally grab the door handle, he had to waddle in reverse to pull the door shut.

Just when he thought he was going to attain the privacy of the restroom, his heel caught on an uneven patch of ground, sending him over backwards onto his butt. The laughter had started to die down, as though the crowd had realized how inappropriate it was. But Darin’s new slapstick maneuver sent them into belly laughs again.

He lay there, astounded at the enormity of his exposure. An entire campground of people was staring at him. Many of the younger ones, boys and girls alike, ran up to get a closer look. Parents were trying to call their children back, but were laughing too hard to be very effective.

Just as Darin heard someone say, “Your phone. Get your phone. This HAS to go on TikTok,” an enormous middle-aged woman strode up to him purposefully, bowling kids out of the way.

She bellowed, “Move it, you little vultures.”

She loomed over Darin, then loomed larger as she leaned down. He squeaked in terror.

“Don’t be scared, honey. I’m your guardian angel.”

She grabbed him under his arms and effortlessly lifted him up from the ground. She swung him around, holding him out like a little rag doll, and sat his feet down in front of the bench in the outhouse.

“Let’s see if you hurt your bottom in that fall.”

She took his shoulders and turned him around. He looked back, still making inarticulate noises.

“Don’t worry, baby. No one else can see you past MY big butt. Not that you’ve got anything left that hasn’t been seen.”

She looked him over. “Bottom looks fine. You hurt anywhere?”

Darin managed to say, “No, ma’am.”

“Polite. That’s a rarity these days.” She turned him back around. ‘Did you get to finish what you were doing?”

Darin’s mind wasn’t keeping pace with the events of the day. “What?”

“What you came in here to do. I assume by the location of your drawers, you were sitting on the pot.”

Darin felt his face burn. His blush response seemed almost random to him. There was none when a huge crowd saw his ludicrous nudity outside the outhouse, but there it was when this woman mentioned doing number two which he hadn’t even been doing.

“I… uh… I had just finished.”

“Toilet paper and all? Don’t say yes just because you’re embarrassed.”

Darin face turned even more red. “I wiped, too. Honest.”

How had he fallen so far that he was having to talk about wiping his bottom twice in a matter of minutes?

“All righty, then. You’d better pull up your shorts before I turn around to leave. Don’t give that mob of voyeurs another look at what you got between your legs there.”

As Darin pulled up his underwear and then his shorts, the woman said, “And when you walk out of here, hold your head up. Act like it’s nothing to you, even though you know THEY know it isn’t true. Don’t give them the satisfaction.”

Darin muttered, “Yes, ma’am.”

He tried to follow her advice, but couldn’t manage it. He stared down at his tennis shoes as he trudged over to the picnic table where the girls waited for him. He could hear more laughter and mean remarks the whole way.

As he sat down, Mariana stated, “I think we’re done here for the day. You caused such a sensation, we’ll never be able to try it again with THIS crowd.”

Darin asked hopefully, “So, we’re going back?”

Debby said, “No, silly. There’s the other beach we told you about. We disabled the lock on one of the porta-potties there.

Darin dropped his head to the table with a thunk.

He suffered through hours of unbearable exposure at the beach. The restrooms there were the big blue plastic portable toilets he’d seen at construction sites in the city. Their familiarity was no consolation when unsuspecting beachgoers opened the door to see him sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide to ensure nothing was missed. After each incident, he’d join the girls on their blanket to wait ten or fifteen minutes till the crowd had changed sufficiently to do it again.

In these intervals between his penis presentations, the girls plied him with questions about his life in the city. At first, he thought they were digging for information they could use against him in some way. But he gradually understood their interest was genuine. They’d lived on the island all their lives, and the city might as well have been an alien planet to them.

For a moment during each conversation, Darin could forget what they were doing to him. He could sit and talk amiably. Then the moment would end and he’d have to go back and let strangers see him sitting naked on the toilet.

Once, when he returned from an exceptionally humiliating episode, he complained more bitterly than usual, trying to make the girls understand just how awful these experiences were. Debby told him, “Silly. It’s not like you’re naked. You have your underwear, shorts, socks, and shoes.”

He cried, “But they’re all around my FEET.”

Debby replied, “A mere technicality.”

Finally, as late afternoon arrived, the girls decided they’d worked this part of the island as much as they could for the day.

While Debby was handing Darin’s t-shirt back to him, she asked, “Do you like ice cream?”

Darin was alarmed. What were they going to do with ice cream? Introduce it to him through the wrong end?

The fear must’ve been evident on his face. All three girls laughed. Pauline said, “There’s nothing sinister. We like to get ice cream about this time of day. There’s a stand a little ways down the road towards town. Near the first beach where we found you.”

Darin told them he didn’t bring any money.

Mariana draped her arm over his shoulders. “After all you’ve done for us, we’ll spring for it this time. I’m going to have GOBS of video to compile tonight. This is exciting.”

Darin flinched under her arm. She squeezed his shoulder and said, “Relax, kid. I told you I like you now. I’ve always wanted a puppy. I think I’ll name you Spot.”

Later, as the foursome sat on the beach and ate their ice cream cones, the girls told Darin about life on the island and how boring it could be, leading to them creating their own fun. Darin’s life was mostly boring, too. The difference was, he liked it that way. The times it became interesting, it was always in a bad way. Like when the other kids picked on him for being weird. He avoided contact with other people as much as he could. He refused to engage in conversation. He always went the other way whenever he saw anyone coming his direction. He evaded a lot of bullies that way, but he also missed out on any opportunities to make friends. He’d decided a long time ago that he’d rather be lonely than abused.

Before the girls released Darin, they made him show them where he was staying on the island in case he didn’t show up the next day. Pauline looked at the old cabin in wonder. “You made it sound like some derelict shack. It looks awesome. It has character. My family lives in a soulless, sterile pre-fab house.”

Debby said, “One day when your parents aren’t in, you’ll have to show us around the place.”

Mariana warned Darin, “You’d better show up tomorrow morning, Spot. I don’t want to have to go looking for a lost dog.”

To the other girls she said, “Let’s go dump your videos on my portable SSD. I can’t wait to start on our movie tonight.”

A Midsummer Night’s Cream

Darin lay awake long into the night. He turned and twisted on the old coach, trying to get comfortable. But the couch wasn’t the problem, lumpy as it was. He couldn’t get the events of the day, or the fears about the days to come, out of his mind. He was sure the girls were going to try to go above and beyond what they’d already done to him. And they’d suggested he was going to be their plaything for the entire summer. How far could this escalate? Would they soon have him running naked through the little town down the road? Masterbating the whole way?

Then there was the issue of all the photos and videos they had of him. And the images they’d surely capture every moment he was under their control. Not only was he naked in them, there were extreme closeups of every part of his body. One area was so private, he’d never seen it before himself. He cringed when he thought about that ultimate indignity. That the girls had seen him there was excruciating. It was intolerable. There were now six girls. including Rebecca, Ann, and Tina, who’d seen that extremely private part of his body. And, of course, that wasn’t the extent of what they had of him. There were the videos of them masterbating him, of him masterbating himself, of him laying naked across Mariana’s lap being spanked, and of him humping her leg while he confessed all his deviant fantasies.

He knew he’d never get to sleep with this on his mind. Another complication that would keep him awake was the growing need between his legs. Thinking about anything sexual roused that demanding desire. There was only one cure, and that was to purge it from his system.

It took him over an hour to work up the courage to go to his parents’ bedroom door and softly say, “Mom? Dad?”

Mom’s voice came back to him sounding like he’d roused her from a deep sleep. “Yes, honey? Everything ok?”

He just stood there, shuffling his feet nervously. After she inquired two more times, and finally turned on the bedside light… waking Dad by doing so… Darin asked sheepishly, “Can I close your door for a while? I need to… you know… I need to really bad.”

Mom just said, “Get a towel from the bathroom, honey. And open our door when you’re through.”

Dad added, “Use a DAMP towel.”

Lying on the couch nude and pumping his penis while his parents were so close was difficult. But Darin was a very determined boy. He knew they’d respect his privacy and not barge in on him, but he was acutely aware they knew what he was doing while he was doing it. That made him burn with embarrassment. Compounding that feeling were the disturbing images going through his mind while he frantically jerked himself. The three girls from earlier that day had replaced Rebecca, Ann, and Coach Wilma as the subjects of his excited imagination.

As much as Darin wanted to forget the day’s experiences, they refused to leave him alone. He relived those humiliations over and over as he masterbated furiously. His mind alternated between what they’d done to him out in the dunes and what all the island visitors had seen in the restrooms.

One instance from the portable toilet at the beach came back to him multiple times. A bikini-clad girl of around eighteen or nineteen years had opened the door and saw him. She looked him over and smiled sardonically. When she made no move to leave, Darin closed his legs and put his hands over his lap for extra measure. She turned to the side and called out to someone, “Come see what I found.”

Two other girls joined her. Their swimsuits were as revealing as their friend’s. Looking at their shapely bodies while they looked at his naked one, Darin felt the itch in his penis that heralded an erection. Darin thought desperately to himself, “Please no please no please no.”

The two new girls giggled. And like the first girl, they were in no hurry to make an exit.

The first girl said, “I think this little boy likes to show the girls what he’s got.”

Darin started sputtering a protest. It was even more degrading for someone to think he was actually enjoying this.

“Save it, kid. I don’t believe you. Show my friends what you showed me. You know you want to.”

When Darin didn’t obey, she said, “Or maybe I should just start screaming there’s a little perv in the restroom.”

Darin choked back a sob and removed his hands, then slowly spread his legs. All three girls leaned in for a better look. Darin closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Being openly appraised like that by three scantily clad girls was more than he could handle. Against his will, his penis stood up to be inspected. He groaned in misery.

The girls ooohed and ahhhed sarcastically. Then the first one said, “I won’t lie. It’s not bad for your age. Not bad at all. But if you REALLY want to impress the girls, give it another year or so to grow. That one wouldn’t satisfy ME in bed at all.”

The other girls agreed. It had potential, but needed to age a while longer.

As they left, the first girl gave him one final glance. She said, “I hope that did it for you, kid. Think of us when you spank it tonight.” Then she shut the door, leaving him with only his misery for company.

He heard them laughing as he collapsed against the back wall of the restroom. Great. Now there were girls out there who were convinced he was a exhibitionist.

As he masterbated even harder to that memory, he wondered if they might be right.

After that disturbing thought, his mind turned to the closeup images he’d seen on the girls’ phone screens. He saw the closeups of his penis and ballsack. He saw his little pink pucker filling the screen. He saw…

An almost unbearable orgasm engulfed him. His eyes were clenched shut, so he couldn’t see the gouts of fluid that erupted from him, but he could feel the warm wetness as it spattered on his belly and chest.

Afterwards, Darin lay on the couch, panting like the dog Mariana had decided he was. He was hot, sweaty and sticky. He opened his eyes. There was just enough moonlight coming in through the window to see the mess he’d made all over himself. The days of clean, dry orgasms were obviously gone.

He thought back on the memories that had driven his frenzied masterbation. Why did he seize on such things every time he did it? He didn’t want to be that way. He wanted to have nice, normal sexual fantasies like all the other boys did.

Then he recalled all the uncontrolled sounds he’d made while he worked away at himself. The gasping and grunting and the ‘Oh… oh… oh…’ Then there was the cry he’d let loose as the semen had exploded from him. Mom and Dad HAD to have heard all that. Even if they’d gone back to sleep after he asked to close the door, he knew he’d been loud enough to awaken them. THAT was going to make the following morning even more awkward.

He could see it now. This was how the rest of his life would be. One humiliation after another. Many of which he knew would be of his own making. He drifted off to sleep with these morose thoughts still circling his brain.

Another thought was desperately trying to get his attention. It was attempting to remind him of something vitally important. Something he’d forgotten. But he was too exhausted, physically and emotionally, to pay it any heed. He slipped away into sleep.

Darin’s Second Day in the Dunes

The day started badly… much worse than the awkwardness Darin was expecting from Mom and Dad hearing his sexual sounds from the night before.

He awoke to Mom’s voice. “Oh, Darin… REALLY.”

He looked up through bleary eyes to see both Mom and Dad staring down at him with more than their usual exasperation. Wondering what his latest transgression had been, Darin pushed himself up from where he lay sprawled across the couch. In doing so, his gaze traveled down the length of his body. ALL of him was on display, without even the scant covering of his briefs. He let out a mortified wail of anguish. Somewhere in the middle of that loud lament, he saw something that made his accidental exposure even more indecent. The remnant of the previous night’s passion was a crusty residue all over his torso.

He’d fallen directly asleep after masterbating. He hadn’t used the towel to clean himself up. He hadn’t put his underwear back on. He hadn’t opened their door when he was finished as he’d promised. Consequently, his parents had found him completely naked and obscenely covered in dried discharge. The gravity of this latest blunder… along with all that wailing… struck him so hard he was left gasping for breath.

Mom addressed him in her most stern, Darin’s-been-a-bad-boy voice. “We’ve given you a lot of leeway. We’ve been extremely accommodating because we realize you’re going through a difficult period. And THIS is how you show your appreciation. Just look at yourself.”

Darin had, in fact, looked at himself. That’s what all the wailing had been about. He couldn’t look Mom in the eyes. He turned to his other parent, hoping for support. “Dad?” he whimpered.

“Don’t look at ME, son. You’re twelve years old now. It’s time you started taking some responsibility. But since you seem incapable of it at the moment…”

Dad took him by the arm, pulled him up from the couch, and marched him out the front door, stopping only to grab a towel, washrag, and bottle of liquid soap. Darin begged and bleated and struggled, but was no match for his father’s strength. He stumbled along the porch, then the wood plank path around the back of the cabin as Dad dragged him along.

Darin was terrified that Dad was angry enough to forcibly bathe him like a child. What little was left of his self-esteem would never survive such an inglorious assault on his dignity. Dad came to a stop and maneuvered him under the shower head, then turned the water on.

Dad told him, “Get thoroughly wet, then step out and lather up.”

As a wet and miserable Darin was rubbing soap all over his body, he timidly asked Dad to keep a watch out for him for any passersby.

“Darin, this phobia you have of someone seeing you naked out here is ridiculous. We’re a mile away from anyone else on the island. And the shower is at the back of the cabin. There’s nothing but sand dunes behind it for miles. No one is going to see you.”

“Yoo hoooo.”

Mrs. Galman, the frumpy old realtor who’d rented them the cabin, came around the corner and stopped when she saw Darin and his father. She gave them both a big smile.

“There you are. I just dropped by to see how everything is going. Are you happy with the cabin?”

All of Darin’s fears about showering outside had just come true. He was standing about five feet away from this woman, his slick naked body gleaming brightly in the sunlight. He shrieked and jumped behind Dad, knowing it was too late. Mrs. Galman had already seen everything. And the everything she’d seen was all wet and soapy, which somehow made it worse.

Mrs. Galman was unperturbed. “Oh, he’s bashful. That’s so cute.”

Dad told her, “Yes, Darin gets by on ‘cute’… something that’s about to change. Come on inside and have some coffee, Mrs. Galman.”

Dad stepped aside, leaving Darin once again without a shield. He stood there stunned at the betrayal.

Mrs. Galman looked him over again and said, “I’ll bet you LOVE it out here. Boys were made for the great outdoors. And being able to take a shower under the sky after a life cooped up in the city must be an adventure. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Dad waited a moment, then said, “Answer her, Darin.”

“I… I… I mean… it’s…”

Dad told Mrs. Galway, “Darin’s not quite awake yet.” Turning to Darin, he said, “We’ll be inside. Scrub yourself down good. Everywhere. And I mean EVERYWHERE. Don’t come back in till you’re squeaky clean. There WILL be an inspection.”

Darin couldn’t believe Dad was mentioning his everywhere in front of this woman. How humiliating.

Mrs. Galway said, “I have three boys of my own. They’re all grown now, of course, but when they were Darin’s age it was a battle to keep them clean. Ten year olds can be a handful.”

As Dad and the realtor disappeared around the corner, Darin yelled, “I’m TWELVE.”

When Darin deemed himself squeaky clean, he wrapped the towel around his waist and stalked into the cabin. Mrs. Galman had already left. Mom and Dad were sitting at the small dining table drinking coffee. Darin stood before them and screamed, “She saw me NAKED. And you didn’t do ANYTHING.”

Mom said, “You need to calm down, young man. And Mrs. Galway told us about her boys. She’s had three, so she knows what boys look like.”

“She didn’t know what THIS boy looked like.”

Mom was unsympathetic. “Well, now she does. And you seem to have survived.”

Darin sulked. “You don’t know that. I could have an embarrassment-induced aneurism and fall over dead at any moment. And neither of you would CARE.”

He turned and threw himself face-first onto the couch. Any dramatic effect he was trying to achieve was undercut by the towel falling off mid-flounce, leaving him naked when he landed. Darin buried his face in the couch cushion and moaned, “I hate my life.”

Later, as the family sat around the table, Darin pouted, staring down into his plate of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast. It was untouched. He was still seething from the events of the morning, which had culminated with Dad conducting a very thorough cleanliness check, which led to another trip outside to the shower. This time it was supervised beginning to end, but thankfully uninterrupted by outsiders.

Mom said, “We’re going into town again today. And this time you’re coming with us. You’re going to get more involved with life. That’s probably why you… do what you do so much. You don’t have any other outlets or interests.”

Uh-oh. Darin had strict instructions to meet the girls that morning. The appointed time was approaching. They could really make trouble for him if he didn’t show up. They might even upload some of those images. Debby had made him tell them his address, phone number, and what school he went to. They had enough information to make his life miserable even after the summer ended.

“Ummm… Mom. I kind of made other plans. I met some kids my age yesterday. They asked me to meet them again this morning.”

Mom and Dad gave each other bewildered looks. They would’ve been less surprised if Darin had jumped up on his chair and recited the entirety of War and Peace in the original Russian while discovering a cure for cancer.

After Dad narrowly avoided choking on his toast, he asked, “Who are these kids? And where did you meet them? Your Mom and I didn’t even know you’d left the cabin.”

Darin stayed close to the truth. He’d never been able to lie convincingly to his parents. “They’re local kids. I met them on the beach. Then we went out and played in the sand dunes. Then we got some ice cream.”

Mom and Dad exchanged another startled look. This was unbelievable. And yet, they were as aware as Darin was of his inability to lie well.

Mom’s mood brightened considerably. “Well well WELL. As much as you hated the idea of this vacation, I think it’s doing you some good. You’re getting out and making friends. This is wonderful. This is… unprecedented.”

Dad was more cautious. “They didn’t have drugs or something, did they?”

Darin truthfully told them no. Of all the illegal and immoral things the girls had been guilty of, drugs weren’t a part of it. Darin mused that illicit substances might’ve made his ordeal more bearable.

Darin had to tell them the names of his new friends.

Dad said, “They’re all GIRLS?” He was obviously envisioning the possibility of paternity suits. Darin WAS old enough to impregnate girls now. They’d seen the evidence all over him twice in two days.

Mom leaned over and whispered, “I think it’s safe as long as Darin is a foot shorter than any girl his age. When I was twelve, it was the older boys who interested me.”

Dad smiled and said, “Yes, I remember that.” They looked at each other affectionately.

Darin stared at his parents with disgust. “GAG.”

Luckily, Mom and Dad left before Darin’s appointed meeting time. The girls had instructed him to bring a swimsuit, but not to wear it. His parents would’ve objected if they seen him with the suit. Darin didn’t know how to swim. He been warned not to go out into the water without them being present.

Darin was as troubled by the prospect of venturing out into those shark and octopus infested waters as he was about showering in the outdoors. Mom and Dad had assured him there were no sea monsters waiting under the waves. But Dad had also told him he’d never be seen naked at the shower, and look how THAT turned out. Darin felt a renewed surge of embarrassment thinking about it. He’d been soaping his penis and ballsack when Mrs. Galman first saw him.

Every step he took towards the changing rooms required all his willpower. A debilitating dread was coiling inside him like a living thing. He couldn’t bear the thought of another day of humiliations. And all of it captured on their damned cell phones in high resolution. Mariana was so enthusiastic about the movie she was making, Darin knew she’d have to share it with everyone she knew when it was finished. And with everyone she didn’t know. The kids at his school could possibly see it. Mom and Dad might see it. He wouldn’t be able to face the shame and disappointment in their eyes. He’d seen more than enough of that when he woke that morning sprawled on the couch in such an unseemly state.

He briefly considered running away to the port in that little island town. Surely there’d be a ship he could stow away on. But, with his luck it’d turn out to be a pirate ship. If he was discovered hiding in the hold out on the high seas, they’d either make him walk the plank or use him as a substitute for all the women who weren’t around for those long months at sea. Death would be too easy for a boy as hapless as Darin, so it would surely be option number two. He gagged as he imagined the foul flavor of unwashed pirate penis.

When he reached the three changing rooms, the girls stepped out from behind the one he’d entered the day before. Debby had her enormous bag with her.

She said, “You were almost late. Pauline and I were getting worried. That means another spanking.”

Darin exclaimed, “WHAT? I’m getting a spanking for NOT being late? How is THAT fair?”

Mariana told him, “It isn’t. We’re preparing you for the inequities of life.”

Pauline said, “I see you brought your swimsuit. We won’t need it for now. We have to wait till there’s a bigger crowd. Until then, we’ll have some fun out in the dunes.”

As the girls led Darin back out to their special spot, they peppered him with more questions about life in the city. They rarely got to the mainland themselves. Their conversation seemed so companionable, Darin briefly forgot what lay in wait for him when they stopped.

He was soon reminded of it. At their destination, Debby told him, “We undressed you yesterday while you were still in a faint.”

Darin retorted, “I didn’t faint. Boys don’t do that. I blacked out.”

Debby said, “Whatever. The point is, you didn’t get to experience the act of undressing in front of girls. When you woke up from… blacking out… you were already nude. So today, you get to take your clothes off while we watch.”

As she said this, all three girls sat down with their backs against the rise of a dune and looked at Darin expectantly. They had their phones ready to start recording. They’d spread out to capture the action from three different angles.

He immediately realized this was going to be a lot worse than before. Even though they’d already seen him naked, voluntarily taking his clothes off was going to be a self-betrayal, like he was in league with these girls against his own sense of modesty.

Darin knew that begging would do no good. It would only make him more pathetic. He dropped the swimsuit and grasped his t-shirt to pull it off. Mariana started making a sleazy stripper tune.

After he pulled the t-shirt over his head and dropped it on top of the swimsuit, Debby called a halt. “I want to study your chest. It’s not very manly, you know.”

Pauline came to his defense. “That’s not Darin’s fault. He’s not a man yet. But it IS very cute. It’s boyly. Is that a word?”

Mariana said, “Jeez. The word is ‘boyish’. He has a boyish chest.”

Pauline said, “Whatever you call it, it’s cute. I played with your nipples a LOT while you were passed out yesterday, Darin. I didn’t know till then that boys’ nipples get hard. There’s video of it if you want to see.”

Darin declined.

Debby told him, “Tennis shoes and socks next.”

As he sat in the sand and started untying his first shoe, Mariana said, “You might want to wear longer shorts. I can see all the way up your leg to your underwear in that position. Your white briefs make it really obvious. Of course, WE’VE seen what’s inside your little panties, but it’s worth consideration where other people are concerned.”

For some reason, even after all the girls had seen of him, his underwear being visible like that was embarrassing. He wondered how many other people over the years had seen them and never said anything.

Once his shoes and socks were off, Debby told him, “Ok. Now hop up and get your shorts down. I want to see you in those undies you just gave us a sneak peek at.”

Darin stood up and brushed the sand off his shorts. This apparently gave Pauline an idea.

“Before we head back to the changing rooms, I want Darin to lay down so we can cover him with sand. Just leave his face and his wiener exposed. That ought to make a really artsy photo.”

Mariana amended the suggestion. “Wiener AND balls.”

Darin hated how they talked about him like he wasn’t even there. Or like he was an inanimate object without human feelings. It was so dismissive and dehumanizing.

Debby said, “Sounds good. Hurry up with the shorts, Darin.”

When he unbuttoned and unzipped, the shorts dropped straight down all on their own from his narrow hips. He stood there staring down at them around his ankles, looking ridiculous.

Mariana commented, “I was hoping for more of a slow reveal.”

Debby consoled her. “There’s still his undies. Make a show of it, Darin. Don’t disappoint Mariana again.”

As Darin did as instructed and gradually inched his briefs down, the tears started. He’d hoped he could get through the day without crying again. The crying alone was so embarrassing, it made him cry even more. He was a boy. He wasn’t supposed to do that. By the time his underwear had reached his knees, he was sobbing. When they lay with the rest of his discarded clothing, he was bawling like a baby.

He was also hard… a factor that contributed significantly to his distress.

Darin gasped out his anguish and confusion between sobs. “I don’t know why it’s hard. I’m not enjoying this. I’m NOT. It’s horrible.”

Debby demanded, “Jerk it. Show us misery and bliss all mixed up together.”

So, Darin jerked it. Almost savagely. And while he cried and mercilessly pumped himself, he thought about Mrs. Galman seeing him slick and wet and naked that morning. About how she saw his penis and ballsack in his hands as he soaped them up. He thought about the girls watching him at that very moment as he did something that should’ve been private and solitary. He thought about all the people who’d seen him on the toilet. And he thought about the unknown numbers of people who would see Mariana’s movie, with him as the star, bared in so many ways.

When the orgasm struck, it was so powerful Darin dropped to his knees as he spewed strings of fluid across the sand. He bit his bottom lip in an attempt to contain the howl that was trying to burst out along with his semen. It still managed to find release in the form of a strangled scream.

As he knelt in the sand, he squeezed out a few more dribbles of his stuff, shuddering as another wave of pleasure coursed through him. He stroked a few more times but brought nothing else out. All the pent up tension in his taut muscles released and he collapsed forward with his forehead in the sand. A long, low moan escaped him.

Mariana exclaimed, “Fantastic. The drama. The pathos. The self-loathing. And, of course, the money shot. This is great stuff.”

Debby said, “Darin, get on your hands and knees, turn around, and crawl away from us with your head hanging down. Act like you’re overcome with shame.”

Darin wearily complied. He didn’t have to act. He had thoroughly degraded himself, going above and beyond the girls’ instructions. There could be no denying he’d been completely lost in the act.

As he crawled away from the girls, he heard Debby say, “Mariana, zoom in close on his rear. I like how his balls swing back and forth as he crawls.” Darin thought about how they already had plenty of video of that particular move. How much did they need?

Darin was allowed to rest for a while after his exhausting self-flagellation. Debby and Pauline rubbed him down with sunscreen, once again paying extra attention to those parts that had never seen the sun before yesterday.

Once they were through, Mariana demanded some pickup shots and additional closeups to enhance the narrative of her movie.

“Ok, Darin. I’m going to zoom way in on your face while you jerk off again. Don’t worry if it doesn’t get hard this time. We’re going strictly for your facial expressions. You’ll need to start crying again like you were before. I can spank your bottom if that helps.”

Darin recoiled from her considerate suggestion. “No, I don’t think crying will be a problem.”

It wasn’t. Tears were never far away. As he tugged at his limp penis, he began sobbing as though he’d never stopped. His comment to Mom about an embarrassment-induced aneurysm came back to him. It didn’t seem all that hyperbolic at the moment. He felt like he could literally die of shame.

After the additional video was taken, Mariana announced it was time for Darin’s spanking.

“What? I cried for your stupid movie. There’s no need for a spanking.”

“This is for almost being late this morning. Remember? Anyway, Debby’s going to get closeups of your face while you cry like a baby, and Pauline is going to zoom in on your butt while I’m spanking it. I’m going to cut this new stuff into what they took of yesterday’s spanking to make it seem like it’s all taken at the same time. Don’t you know how movies are made?”

Darin’s spanking progressed sporadically as Mariana kept pausing for the other two girls to change angles. When she was satisfied they had plenty of video, she allowed Darin to get up off her lap. Debby and Pauline were delighted to see he’d gotten hard.

Mariana told them, “Yeah. He’s been poking me with it again. Spot is just a horny little dog, always humping a leg.”

Debby told Darin, “Since you’re acting like a dog, I think you should go all the way with it. Dogs don’t walk on their hind legs. Down on your hands and knees. Stay that way till we head back to the beach.”

While the girls sat on a blanket and looked over their latest videos, they made Darin wander around them like a restless dog. Pauline eventually noticed he kept his rear end away from them at all times. She demanded to know why.

Darin meekly said, “I don’t like you seeing me in that position. I mean… you can see EVERYTHING. And you’ve already got, like, hours of video of me that way. Please. It’s like the ultimate humiliation.”

Debby said, “Oh, Darin. You just haven’t learned. Did you really think it was wise telling your tormentors what affects you the most?”

Mariana said, “Spot, crawl over here. On the blanket. Face away from us and put your face down and your bottom up. Hold that position till we say you can get up.”

For Darin, it felt like hours passed as he stayed in that degrading stance. The girls watched the videos, chatted about what they would do when school started again, gossiped about their friends and enemies. Every now and then one of them would intentionally remind Darin of what they could see.

Pauline said, “You know, I had never seen a butthole before. In my whole life. And my first is a boy butthole. They’re kind of gross and weird looking. WHY are we doing this again?”

Mariana sighed as though the answer was obvious. “The appeal in butthole watching isn’t the butthole itself, because they AREN’T very appealing. It’s in the boy KNOWING we can see it. It’s something so personal… and so gross and weird looking… making him show it to us is the ultimate violation of privacy. That’s when the boy KNOWS you own his ass.”

Debby said, “Have you ever seen one before Darin’s, Mariana?”

“Of course. You know I’ve always spanked my brothers. When I do, I always make sure to get a glimpse. And I let them know what I’ve seen, balls and all. Mateo is a year older than me. It’s way worse for HIM. He was really upset when he started getting hair. He had the nerve to tell me and Mom he was too old for me to spank anymore. Too old for me to see him there. You can guess how THAT worked out for him.”

While the girls talked, Darin was wondering if he’d ever be able to move past this humiliating ordeal. Or would this be something that stayed with him, eating away at his soul for his entire life? This was just the second day, and it had already gone beyond unbearable the day before. And they seemed to have the next two and half months planned out for him.

Debby interrupted his thoughts. “You’re letting your butt drop. Get it back up there.”

There was one last scenario to arrange before they all went back to the changing rooms. The girls made Darin lie on his back while they covered him in the warm white sand. Soon, only his face and genitals were visible. Debby had to reach between his legs to pull his ballsack up above the level of the sand to make the pose perfect. They admired their handiwork, then took photos of him from every angle.

Pauline said, “VERY artsy. I wish I could submit this to my visual arts class.”

Mariana said, “It needs something. How about we go find a crab and get video of it crawling toward his dick and balls? Wouldn’t that be cool?”

Darin shrieked, “NO. That would be UNCOOL. Very, very uncool.”

She laughed. “Relax, Spot. I’m just teasing you.”

Pauline said, “Don’t taunt him like that. Darin has a very delicate, fragile nature.”

Darin wanted to be offended by that, but he knew it was too true. He wished he was like other boys. They were tough. They didn’t fain…. black out… when they were overly stressed.

The girls played with his penis for a while, bringing about another erection. They stopped to take more photos of it in that state.

Debby remarked, “The closeups look like a penis plant growing out of the sand.”

Mariana surprised them all when she sat down next to the partially buried boy and began handling both his penis and ballsack. The only hands-on activity she’d had up to that point was the pat-down search and spanking his bottom. She grasped his erection and maneuvered it like a joystick while making VROOM VROOM noises.

“Not bad for such a shrimp, Spot. I was sure when I first saw you that you’d have a teeny-tiny pecker. I was going to spank you for that. But it’s actually bigger than Mateo’s, and he’s older than you. Nice set of balls, too.” She slid one hand into the sand and cupped them.

She stopped her impromptu race game, then spit into her hand and started a jacking motion. The hand around his ballsack squeezed and pulled at it.

Darin closed his eyes and groaned, “Oh nooo. I’m never going to want to cum ever again after all this.”

Despite his reluctance, the physical pleasure was undeniable. It was enhanced by his knowledge that the girl’s warm saliva was lubricating his penis. He raised up on his elbows, sending sand cascading off his bare torso. He looked like a zombie rising from the grave. He was moaning like one, too. His knees came up, displacing more sand. His hips started making thrusting motions as Mariana masterbated him more aggressively. It was somehow more humiliating for this girl to be doing it to him than Debby or Pauline.

When Darin started squirting, there wasn’t much fluid. It was too soon after his last ejaculation. Semen just welled up out of its opening and dribbled over the head of his penis. Then, as he watched in horror, it continued to run down over Mariana’s fingers.

Still in the throes of an orgasm, Darin cried out, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Mariana said, “Spot’s been a bad dog. And after all I just did for him. What did I say you were going to have to do if you ever splooged on me?”

Darin was sitting up all the way now. He tried to scoot backwards as Mariana held her defiled hand out to him. It only took a cocked eyebrow to make him stop. The warning was concise but clear. He grimaced, making the same face he always did when Mom announced that brussel sprouts were on the dinner menu.

Darin Makes a Change

All the way back to the beach, Darin continued to make faces. He even pulled the hem of his t-shirt up to rub his tongue, hoping to scrub the taste out of his mouth.

Debby spatted his hand. “Stop that. You’re being ridiculous.”

Darin dropped the shirt. “That was GROSS. I can’t believe you made me do that.”

Mariana said, “You should thank me. It’ll prepare you for tomorrow.”

“WHAT?”

No matter how persistently Darin pestered the girls, none of them would elaborate on that cryptic remark. Mariana finally had to swat him on his bottom to make him stop.

Soon after, the beach appeared over the last dune. The changing rooms were directly ahead. Darin didn’t know how the girls navigated this environment so accurately. The dunes all looked the same to him. It must come from living on the island their whole lives.

Debby told Darin, “Now for a change. And I mean that literally. For the next hour of so, you’ll be in the changing room you found me in yesterday. This’ll be like yesterday in the restrooms, except you’ll get caught in the act of undressing.”

Pauline said, “AFTER the act of undressing. You’re going to be naked when you’re discovered.”

Darin said, “I don’t suppose you’d let me keep my underwear on. That’d be embarrassing, too, you know.” He waited briefly for an answer, then said, “No, I didn’t think so.”

Mariana smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him to her. “See? My little Spot is a VERY smart dog.”

Debby was rummaging in her enormous bag. She pulled out two dark gray objects shaped roughly like cubes. “We came up with this idea last night. These are Mariana’s. They’re battery powered wireless cameras. She has an app on her phone that can remotely turn them on or off. It also shows you the feed from the cameras. We’re going to put them inside the room with you… one on the back wall behind you and one above the door. They’ll sit on the wooden crossbar things.”

Mariana said, “They’re called rails.”

“Whatever. There’s one at just the right height on the back wall, and one right over the door. We’re going to angle the camera down a little for that one. The door cam will record YOU, and the other will get the reactions of the people who walk in on you.”

Darin was trying to come to terms with the inevitability that more people were going to see him naked. And he wasn’t succeeding. He couldn’t even get used to the girls seeing him that way. Every moment he was naked in their presence was another gut-punch to his morale. These last two days had been an ongoing violation of his body, his emotions, and even his sense of self. He wished he’d never left the cabin the day before. A line from the movie Apocalypse Now came to him… Never get out of the boat. Well, he’d gotten out, and now he was paying the price. And if those videos went viral, he’d be paying for the rest of his miserable life.

After Mariana positioned the cams, she came back to the little group. “They blend in pretty good. That old wood is gray like they are.” She addressed Darin. “The one on the back wall is a little off to the side so you don’t block it. Make sure you stay about in the middle.”

Darin was shaking. His vision was starting to darken at the edges. He became unsteady on his feet. Random people were going to be opening that door to reveal him completely unclothed. AGAIN. Men, women, boys, girls. And he thought about something that hadn’t occurred to him the day before. Since the island was a popular getaway for people from the city, there was a chance someone he knew would see him. A minuscule chance… but taking his dismal luck into account, he’d be caught naked by someone he knew even if the probability was zero.

The girls recognized the signs of an impending blackout. Mariana placed her hands on his shoulders and shook him. “Spot, look at me. You can do this. We have faith in you. Everyone has an inner core of strength. Finds yours. Use it. We’re counting on you.”

Maybe her pep talk worked.. or maybe it was Darin’s certainty she’d spank his ass for a week if he failed them… but he managed to avoid the blackout. He snapped, “I’m FINE.”

Mariana patted him on both shoulders, then ruffled his hair. “Good boy, Spot. Good boy.”

He ducked away from her hand. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The crowd was definitely growing at the beach. While they’d been talking, a number of people had entered and exited the changing rooms. There had even been an accidental exposure in the third room with the faulty lock. A boy of around ten years had walked in on an old woman whose pendulous breasts hung down to her navel. They both had screamed in horror.

Once Darin was inside, he immediately noticed how incredibly hot and stuffy it was. The room was tiny and had very little ventilation, just an opening near the roof to let in light. If it weren’t for the prospect of an unknown number of strangers seeing him naked, taking his clothes off would be a relief.

He heard Debby’s voice in his ear. “Testing, testing. One, two, three.”

That was the other bit of technology the girls had equipped him with for their scheme. They’d given him Debby’s phone to take inside with him. He had Pauline’s wireless earbuds plugged in, something he’d balked at. The idea of sticking something into his ears that had been in someone else’s was revolting. He could almost hear the sirens of his body’s inner defense system warning of the incursion of alien earwax.

A simple phone call was all it took to keep Darin and the girls in constant connection.

Debby’s voice sounded slightly irritated. “Darin, can you hear me?”

“Yes. I can hear you.”

“Good. We’re out by the beach where we can watch the changing rooms. We can see the feed from both cameras. We’re using Mariana’s iPad so the images are bigger. The pictures are perfect. This is exciting.”

Darin had to admit, the tech made him feel like a character in a Mission: Impossible movie. Maybe that was the key to surviving these strange circumstances he’d found himself in… just pretend he was someone else. It wasn’t happening to HIM. It was some other guy. And at the moment, that other guy was a secret agent, baring himself in the service of a complex mission to save the world.

Debby’s voice continued, “Get your clothes off, dummy.”

Darin sighed and started undressing. He kept thinking, “It’s not me. It’s not me.”

Even after all the girls had seen and made him do, he hesitated when the time came to pull his underwear down.

Mariana’s voice commanded, “Do it, Spot. If we get a lot of good video out of this, I’ll give you a belly rub later.”

He sighed again. He removed his briefs and threw them on the bench with the rest of his clothes.

Debby was back. “Good. Now, when someone starts coming up to the changing room, I’ll let you know. When they open the door, act like you’re just then reaching for your swimsuit to put it on. Be sure not to block the camera. We want to see THEM see YOU.”

Darin was already sweating heavily in the tiny hotbox. The little rivulets of sweat tickled as they ran down his body. He looked down at himself. He could see a drop making its way down his penis. It stopped at the ridge around the head, then slid off the side. His penis twitched, knowing he was watching it. Great. Lately, it didn’t take much to prompt an erection. Dad had told him it was hormones and not to worry about it. Easy for HIM to say. He wasn’t the one getting hard in very inconvenient places at the worst possible times.

The girls must’ve detected the beginnings of an erection, too. They really DID have a good image to see that slight penis twitch. Debby said, “Darin, don’t you dare get hard. We don’t want people thinking you’re in there jerking off. Someone’ll call the Sheriff.”

Just then, he heard Pauline’s voice. She sounded excited. “Someone’s walking up to the door.”

Darin asked, “Who? What? Man? Woman?”

Debby said, “Hush. When I tell you to, reach for your suit. One.. two… three… NOW.”

Darin reached. He had a foolish idea he might be able to get the suit before the door was all the way open. Even if that had been a possibility, he flubbed it by mistiming in his haste and pushing it off onto the wooden floor. As he frantically bent over to retrieve it, the door swung wide. A woman and a little girl around six years old stood in the doorway. The woman, probably the girl’s mother, exclaimed, “Oh.” The little girl stared with unabashed curiosity at Darin’s penis.

Darin was frozen, his mouth hanging open. Even with all his experiences from the day before, he was still shocked each time a stranger saw more of him than they should.

The woman said, “I’m so sorry. You need to lock the door, young man.”

The suggestion this was HIS fault… even though in a way it was… jolted Darin out of his immobility. “I thought it WAS locked. Something must be wrong with it.”

He made another grab for his suit. Meanwhile the woman fiddled around with the door latch. The little girl was still conducting a rigorous visual inspection of all the things Darin had that she didn’t.

The woman looked back at Darin. “It DOES seem to be broken. It’s in the lock position, but the latch still works.”

“I TOLD you.” Darin was now hopping around on one foot while trying to pull his swimsuit on. It was caught between the toes of his other foot. His penis and ballsack were flopping around in a very lewd manner.

The little girl pointed at Darin’s crotch. “That’s his peter, isn’t it? Boys have peters. And balls.”

Her mother corrected her patiently. “It’s called a penis. And a scrotum.”

The girl giggled. “They look funny.”

Darin finally got the suit untangled and pulled it up. It caught under his penis, forcing him to take the obstruction in hand and tuck it in. He looked up, hoping the woman had already turned away and had missed that bit of rearrangement. Nope.

The woman said, “Sorry again to barge in on you like that. I hope you weren’t embarrassed.” She took her daughter by the hand and left, closing the door.

Darin was flabbergasted. She hoped he wasn’t embarrassed?

Mariana’s voice came to him. “Good boy, Spot. The very first encounter and it was great. Let’s hope they all go that way.”

He heard Debby say, “I liked the flopping. Be sure to work that in for the next ones.”

Pauline said, “Let’s do the underwear thing for the next one. Darin, turn your back to the door and bend over. Put your underwear around one foot, like you’re taking them off. Hold that pose.”

Darin winced. These girls loved that pose. It took a warning from Mariana to make him assume the position. He had to stay in that stance for about five minutes, sweat rolling off his body.

Then Debby’s voice said, “Someone’s coming. A girl. She looks college age. Really pretty. Get ready.”

Darin wondered how the hell she expected him to be ready for a pretty girl to open the door and see his bare butt and all that went with it. Just as he was about to lose his nerve, the door swung open. He saw his shadow over the bench and back wall as the sudden burst of sunlight illuminated him.

“Oh my GOD. I’m sorry.” Even her voice sounded pretty.

Darin whirled around, one foot still wrapped up in his underwear. He overbalanced and fell against the bench, then landed on the floor. The breath was knocked out of him.

“Are you ok?” The girl bent down next to him. Darin mouthed at her but couldn’t make any sounds. He pointed frantically at his chest. He couldn’t breathe.

She stood back up and ran out the door yelling, “Somebody, help. HELP. This little boy’s in trouble.”

Little boy? Darin couldn’t dwell on that. He was getting panicky. He really really couldn’t breath. A couple of men rushed into the changing room. The girl followed them in. The tiny area was packed now.

One of the men asked, “What happened?”

The girl said, “I accidentally walked in on him and he fell. I think I killed him.”

The other man said, “Looks like he just got the wind knocked out of him. Let’s get him out of here where he can get some air.”

The man picked Darin up and carried him out the door. He could see a sizable crowd had already gathered. Despite the fear he was about to die of oxygen deprivation, Darin’s mind was screaming, “NO NO NO NOOOO.” He felt his underwear slide off his foot.

The man laid him in the sand. The mass of spectators closed in. There were males and females of all ages. Many of the kids already had their cell phones out, recording the excitement. Darin no longer had to wonder if videos of his naked body were going to end up on the internet. The question had just been answered.

Someone said, “Everybody, step back. Give the kid some air.”

The pretty girl was crying now. “I killed him. I killed him.”

A little boy said, “It looks like he can’t breathe in the air. Maybe he’s a mermaid.”

A girl said, “Stupid. He’d be a merboy.”

Another girl said, “He’s got legs. He’d have a big tail if he was a merboy.”

The boy said, “Their tails turn to legs when they get out of the water. EVERYBODY knows that.”

There were other voices further off in the distance asking what was going on.

“It’s a boy. He’s naked. He can’t breathe.”

“He can’t breathe because he’s naked?”

“No, stupid. He can’t breathe AND he’s naked.”

The adults in the area were kneeling down next to Darin trying to reassure him. “Stop panicking. You’ll be able to breathe in a moment.”

A woman said, “He’s so young. You think nine… ten?”

Darin could suddenly breathe again. He gasped out, “I’m TWELVE.”

He tried to sit up, but the man who’d carried him out of the changing room held him down. “Give yourself a minute to recoup.”

Darin looked up at the mass of beachgoers gathered around him. He was finally able to comprehend just how large the group was. Everyone in the immediate area had been drawn in by the drama. There were dozens of onlookers, many holding out their cell phones. Darin started screaming, “Stop looking at me. Stop it.” He clutched his genitals, causing laughter to ripple through the crowd.

The woman told someone, “Janice, go get his clothes. He’s embarrassed.” To Darin, she asked, “Are your parents here, honey?”

Janice arrived with his clothes. The adults helped him regain his feet. He had to stand there, miserably self-conscious before the crowd as the two women brushed sand off his backside so he could get dressed. He was still so shaky, they had to further assist him in putting his clothes on. All of it was caught on multiple phone cams. Darin’s life had become its own reality tv show.

Once he was properly attired, the crowd gave him a huge round of applause. As people started to drift away, some of the adults still fussed over him. He knew they meant well, but such attention had always embarrassed him. Making it more disconcerting was the fact they’d just witnessed his profound nakedness in the bright afternoon sun. He wanted to be far away from anyone who’d just seen him in his entirety.

After about a hundred assurances that he was fine, thank you, Darin was finally able to free himself from their overly solicitous clutches.

“Well, THAT was something.”

Darin turned around to find Debby, Pauline, and Mariana holding their phones out in front of them.

Darin said bitterly, “I guess you got all that on video.”

Mariana said, “Yep. Along with about a thousand other people. You’re going to be a social media sensation, Spot. I was surprised someone didn’t object to people taking video of a naked twelve year old. I guess everyone has become so used to people recording everything with their phones, no one even notices it anymore.”

Pauline added, “You might even end upon on the news. Death defying drama at the beach. Don’t worry, they’ll pixel out the more intimate parts.”

Darin hung his head. “Oh, God.”

Debby told him, “I sneaked in and got the phone and the wireless cams in the changing room while everyone was staring at your dick.”

Darin told her, “They were NOT staring at my dick. They were concerned for my safety.”

Mariana laughed derisively. “Don’t kid yourself, Spot. People don’t rubberneck at car wrecks because of their love for humanity. They want to see blood and body parts.”

Debby said, “They were certainly looking at Darin’s body parts.”

Darin asked quietly, “Can I go home now?”

Debby thought for a moment. “We can’t keep on with the changing room scenario after all this. We didn’t get a LOT of video, but what we did is really good. And the third act is a doozy. So, I guess we’re through here.”

Pauline clapped her hands. “It’s ice cream time.”

Mom had given Darin spending money that morning, so he was able to buy his own.

They sat in the same spot as yesterday eating their ice cream cones. Darin was looking out at the people playing in the surf. “I never learned how to swim,” he said absently.

Mariana said, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to teach you.”

In the Heat of the Night

Mom and Dad questioned Darin endlessly about how his day was with his new friends. He kept his answers as vague as he could.

Mom finally said, “Ok. Ok. We’ll stop prying. I know how kids are about grownups snooping into their business.”

She was grinning ear to ear as she said it. She and Dad both were almost giddy with delight that their antisocial son had actually made some friends.

Shortly after bedtime, Darin approached his parent’s bedroom door again. “Mom? Dad?”

He heard a collective sigh from the darkness of their room. Dad said, “There’s not going to be a repeat of last time, is there?”

“No. I promise.”

He closed the door and turned on the overhead light so he could see. By the time he covered the few steps back to the couch and removed his underwear, he was already hard. He lay down on his stomach with two pillows under his chest to prop him up a bit. He took his stiff penis in hand and guided it into the tight space between two of the couch cushions. He’d checked earlier that day to make sure there weren’t any spiders down there.

As he started thrusting, his mind went back over the events of the day. He didn’t WANT to go there. He wanted to fantasize about pretty cheerleaders frolicking in the school showers. Or the girl who lived down the hall inviting him into her apartment and then her bedroom. But what went through his mind was Mrs. Galman… again… seeing him naked with soap suds sliding down his slick skin. He thought about the girls forcing him to strip and then masterbate for them while he cried. He thought about the four of them on that small blanket with his bottom and balls and butthole facing them… everything exposed, leaving nothing secret. He thought about that mother and daughter seeing him hopping around on one foot with his dick and balls flopping obscenely. About what the pretty girl saw when she opened the changing room door. About involuntarily giving that multitude of spectators something to really spectate at. And finally, about all the videos the crowd had taken that were undoubtably being shared and shared again, over and over, expanding exponentially till there was no way the kids he went to school with could fail to see them.

With that last thought, Darin cried out as the intensity of an exquisite orgasm rushed through him to gush out between the couch cushions. He continued pumping as he imagined the shame he’d feel in the school hallways as everyone he passed looked and laughed at him. He called out the rhythmic chant of “Oh oh oh oh oh” till he was depleted of both fluid and energy.

When it was over, he lay panting and sweating, still making little moaning noises. The night had already been oppressively hot. His exertions had left him overheated, feeling like a furnace burned within him. When he found the strength to raise up off the couch, sweat ran off of him like he was under the shower again.

He ran a hand over the cushions. They were soaked. He knew the area beneath the cushions was wet too, but with a different bodily fluid. He’d intended to roll over and masterbate when it was time, but had been too engaged to remember. He felt like he’d let Mom and Dad down again.

After lifting the cushions and doing what he could to clean up the mess he’d made, he took the sticky towel to one of the plastic trash bags in the corner of the room. Mom carried the dirty clothes to the town’s washateria in those bags. There was one for the regular load and a second one she had just added specifically for his nocturnal cleanups. She’d warned him of dire consequences if he used the wrong bag. Darin face flushed hotter than the rest of him as he stashed his icky towel away. He wondered if other boys’ parents were so embarrassingly aware of their sons’ solitary sexual exploits.

Once again clad in his underwear, Darin turned off the light and opened Mom and Dad’s bedroom door. As he crept back to the couch, he heard Dad’s voice.

“Son, I know if feels good, but you need to learn to feel it in silence. Goodnight.”

That was a perfectly fitting end to a day of non-stop humiliations. Darin lay on the loathsomely saturated fabric of the couch and confessed to himself that the most humiliating thing of all was that he had masterbated to all those other events. He hadn’t enjoyed them. What he’d felt had been as far from enjoyment as it could be on the scale of human emotions. And yet, when that overwhelming need between his legs demanded to be released, those violations were what drove his desire.

He wondered if Rebecca and her friend had done this to him. His first orgasms when he was eight years old had also been his first experience with profound humiliation. Maybe his mind had inextricably linked the two feelings. If so, he had to find a way to uncouple them. He wanted to be normal.

It took a long time for Darin to fall asleep.

Ben and the Boys

Darin was early arriving at the usual meeting spot. Breakfast had been an awkward affair. At least for Darin. Mom and Dad said nothing about his very vocal night of passion, but he was uncomfortably aware they’d heard all the sounds he made while he fornicated with the couch. As soon as he finished eating, he’d given them a quick goodbye and bounded out the door.

Debby had given him the bottle of sunscreen as they parted the day before. She told him it was his responsibility now. She reminded him to apply it everywhere. She needn’t have been concerned. Darin had a horror of getting a sunburned penis. He’d spent so long in the little cabin’s restroom slathering his body in sunscreen that Dad finally knocked on the door and asked him if he was alive. Darin was sure his parents thought he was in there masterbating again. This was another reason he was glad to be away from them for the day.

He chose a spot about twenty feet from those damnable changing rooms and sat down to wait. A couple of teenaged girls passed by, giggling when they saw him. He felt his face turn red, which transformed their giggles to outright laughter. Great. He wondered if they’d seen him in person or on video. A few minutes later, the two women who had dressed him in front of the crowd came to a stop and asked how he was doing. He told them he was quite recovered and thanked them for their assistance. All the while, he was remembering how they’d meticulously brushed the sand off his bare back, legs, and bottom before helping him into his clothes. That made him feel like a baby.

After they continued on their way, Darin heard, “Spot. Here, Spot. Come here, boy.” He sighed.

He looked over to see the girls. With them were three boys. That was different. And ominous. He stood and grudgingly trudged his way through the sand to the group.

Debby made the introductions. “Boys, this is Darin. Or Spot. He answers to both. Darin, this is Ben, Carl, and Andrew. They’re islanders like me and the girls.”

The boys were eyeing Darin speculatively. He wondered how much the girls had told them about him. He remembered being told the boys had watched the videos the girls had made before Darin’s arrival. Had they also seen the ones from the past couple of days?

Debby indicated a large boy with close cropped brown hair. “Ben is the oldest. He’s fourteen. He’s fairly new to the island. He only moved here a couple of years ago. His parents bought the little convenience store in town. Islander kids aren’t very welcoming to newbies, but with Ben, they made an exception.”

Ben stated, “I had to punch a few kids. And kept on punching till they accepted me.”

“Carl is the skinny one with the thick glasses.” Carl had black hair that spiked out in random directions. He raised his hand halfway up in a tentative greeting.

“And Andrew is the blond-haired cutie.” Andrew gave her an irritated look. He wasn’t yet old enough to appreciate the compliment.

Debby picked up her huge bag and slid the strap over her shoulder. “Let’s go out into the dunes and… get acquainted.”

Darin was starting to get very nervous. Was he going to have to go through the usual torments with three boys watching as well as the girls? That was going to take humiliation to a whole new level. What were these boys going to think of him?

Debby led the way. Then Pauline and Mariana, then Darin. The three boys brought up the rear. Darin noticed they were going a different direction than the previous days. That was significant, but he didn’t know why. Maybe the girls didn’t want the boys to know where their special area was.

Carl increased his pace and started walking beside Darin. It took him a few minutes to work up his nerve to speak. “You’re the guy who was naked in front of everyone on the beach. I saw it on Instagram.”

Darin groaned.

Carl quickly said, “Oh, don’t worry. They blurred out your… you know, your dick. But it was obvious you were naked. Man. I can’t imagine that.”

Darin said defensively, “It wasn’t that many people. Thirty or forty. Maybe forty-five. Fifty at the most.”

“Still… that’s got to hurt. It’s going to be all over the internet. And on some sites, it won’t be blurred out.”

Darin gritted his teeth. “Yes… I know.”

Carl said, “Sorry.”

They walked along in silence for a while. Darin hoped Carl was through bringing up painful subjects. No such luck.

“And… and, well, Pauline said… the girls have been making you… you know…”

Darin didn’t know how much she’d, so he wasn’t going to volunteer any information. He kept quiet.

“They make you strip? Naked? If they are, I can’t blame you for giving in. They can be… aggressive. I’m as small as you. Skinnier, too. If Ben wasn’t my friend, I know they’d be doing it to me. Ben says I have VICTIM written right across my forehead. Andrew’s got the same problem, only worse. He’s almost a year younger than me, so he’s a lot smaller. He’s got one thing going for him. The girls think he’s cute, so maybe they wouldn’t do anything to him.”

Darin doubted cuteness would save Andrew. He knew the girls genuinely thought HE was cute, too. That only made it worse.

Carl continued. “Andrew’s got kind of a little dick, too. They’d probably only make him strip once.”

“I heard that.”

Even with the rise and fall of the dunes, Darin could tell the average height of the land was dropping. They were descending into a shallow depression. He looked up. The surrounding dunes rose around them, getting gradually higher. Something told Darin this was significant, too.

Debby announced, “This looks like a good spot.”

She plopped her bag down and pulled out a couple of blankets. She spread them out on the sand.

Ben walked up on Darin’s other side. “Are you really going to do it?”

Darin asked, “Do what?”

“Don’t play stupid. I don’t like that.”

Darin told him honestly, “I don’t know what’s going to happen. I really don’t.”

Ben said, “Ok. I believe you. But if you’ve been doing what Debby said they’re going to make you do… strip naked on command and let them examine you everywhere… you’re the pussiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Something like that makes all boys look weak. And I take that personally.”

Great. This confirmed it. And not only was he about to completely humiliate himself yet again, he was probably going to get punched into next year for doing it.

He dropped his voice and told Ben, “They have stuff on me. Videos. I keep hoping if I do everything they want, they’ll agree not to release them. What these show…” His voice caught in his throat. “If people see those videos, and hear the stuff I said in them, I’ll have to run away to Borneo or somewhere.”

Ben nodded his head. “Must be some very explicit content. But that’s not the only reason you do it. You do it because you’re a wuss. You let them dominate you. You need to grow a backbone. And some balls.”

Darin replied hotly, “I HAVE balls.”

Ben laughed. “And I guess we’re about to see them.”

Debby looked around her. “This looks comfy. Everybody pick a spot and sit on the blankets. Except you, Darin. You stand there at the edge in front of everyone. We’re the audience and you’re the show. So… SHOW.”

Darin trudged over to where Debby had indicated. He stood there with his head down, not moving.

Mariana gave him a warning. “If Spot is a bad dog, Spot gets a spanky.”

Darin whined, “Why are there boys here? I mean… I’ll do it. But make them leave. Please.”

Ben said, “These girls don’t make US do anything. You should follow our example.”

Pauline had a note of encouragement in her voice. “Darin, we girls have already seen you naked. And as for the boys… it’s just like taking your clothes off in the boys’ locker room. The boys all see you. It’s perfectly natural, right?”

Darin said, “In the locker room, I’m not being forced to do it. And there aren’t girls in there, too.”

Debby said, “Enough chit-chat. On with the show.”

When Darin didn’t immediately comply, Mariana started to stand up. Darin quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head. He couldn’t let the other boys see him getting a spanking. By a girl. He didn’t even know them, but because they were fellow boys, he needed their approval in some way. He was already diminished in their eyes by what they’d been told. He was going to further reduce himself by undressing on command. A spanking would destroy any possibility they could see him as a peer.

He heard Andrew say, “Oh my God. He’s really going to strip. I didn’t believe it.”

Carl tried to look away, but Mariana cleared her throat. He returned his gaze to Darin.

Ben reached over and smacked Carl on the arm. “You don’t do what THEY say. You do what I say.”

Darin sat down and removed his tennis shoes and socks. He kept hoping for another blackout. But when he really needed it, weakness abandoned him. He was going to have to go through with this. He looked at Ben. The expression on the bigger boy’s face was caught somewhere between disbelief and disgust.

Darin stood and unbuttoned his shorts. He slowed his pace, giving Debby time to hopefully hop up and say “Surprise. We were just teasing. You don’t have to completely degrade yourself in front of girls AND boys.”

But Debby remained firmly silent and in place. Darin sighed and unzipped. He pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them.

Andrew squealed an unnecessary update, “He’s in his underwear. In front of GIRLS.”

As Darin slipped his thumbs into the sides of his briefs, Carl said under his breath, “Oh man, noooo. Don’t do it.”

Darin did it. The alternative was being demeaned further by receiving a spanking over Mariana’s lap in front of everyone. And she’d make sure he was naked for that, so he was going to be bare either way.

After he dropped his briefs and stepped out of them, he kicked them aside with more force than he’d intended. He half-covered his pile of clothes with sand.

Ben commented, “If it makes you that mad, don’t do it.”

Easy for HIM to say. The girls didn’t have videos of him baring his body and his innermost secrets.

Andrew was distraught. His voice was shrill. “He’s naked. All the way naked. I can’t believe this.”

Ben told him, “Calm down, Andrew. Stop being such a little girl. But I understand your objection.” To Darin, he said, “You’re embarrassing us all, dude. There should’ve been a pussy in those briefs instead of a dick.”

Carl kept silent. He just looked at Darin with pity.

Debby told Darin, “Turn around. Show the boys your bottom.”

Darin turned. He had a horrible feeling what was coming next.

“Cute bottom, isn’t it boys? Bet it’s cuter than YOURS, Ben.”

Ben state confidently, “YOU’LL never know.”

Mariana said, “We’ll see.”

Ben said, “No… you won’t.”

Debby turned back to Darin. “Now… bend over and grab your ankles.”

His fear was confirmed. He let out a wail of anguish.

Andrew squeaked, “I can’t watch.”

Ben told him, “You can and you will. If this guy’s going to let a bunch of girls do this to him, he deserves to be seen by everybody.”

Debby suggested, “Then why don’t you boys get out your cell phones and take some video of your own. We’ve got a LOT. You need to catch up.”

Ben thought about it. “Ok. Carl, Andrew. Get your phones. As for you, Darin… we WILL go viral with the videos. Unless you want to buy them back.”

Darin told him, “I don’t have a lot of money. Just what Mom gives me each day for stuff. And it isn’t much.”

“I’m not talking about money, doofus.”

Mariana said sarcastically, “Oh, my. Whatever could he mean?”

Carl whispered fiercely at Ben, “What are you doing? You shouldn’t let girls know about that kind of thing.”

Ben told him, “They already know. They told me that’s why we’re here. They’re going to have THEIR fun, then it’s OUR turn.”

Darin looked over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”

Ben said, “Don’t act stupid. You know what I mean.”

Debby said, “Most mainlanders are only on the island for a day. Or a weekend. Since you’re going to be here all summer, you’re like a pseudo-islander. But to be that, you need to be initiated. And we figured boys would be the best choice to initiate another boy.”

Ben said, “You ever hear of the welcome wagon, Darin? Well, my boys and me are the initiation wagon. And we intend to do a LOT of initiating. You deserve it for the disgrace you’ve brought to… boyhood.”

Andrew hadn’t kept up with the conversation. He was stuck on one point. “HOW do they know about what boys do? HOW?”

Once all three boys, and the girls, had their phones out and were recording, Debby again ordered Darin to bend over. He wanted to grab his clothes take off running across the dunes. Maybe he could make it all the way to the shore and then swim for the mainland. It wasn’t that far away. Only about a mile. Then he remembered he couldn’t swim. And there were sharks in the water anyway. And maybe even a kraken. He knew all about THAT monstrosity from Clash of the Titans. And Pirates of the Caribbean. TWO sources couldn’t be wrong.

So, instead he bent over and grabbed his ankles. He clenched his eyes shut as he heard the commotion behind him. The boys were making horrified noises. The girls were laughing at the boys.

Andrew wailed, “You can see… you can see… Oh God. This is a nightmare.”

Darin wondered if Andrew was going to have his own fainting spell.

Debby said, “Now turn around and do the rest. You know what I mean.”

Ben said, “The rest? Oh… No… You don’t mean THAT. Darin. Dude. I thought they were just making you strip. You haven’t been doing THAT for them too have you?”

Darin turned around and glumly nodded his head.

Ben was stupefied. “Jesus Christ. You need to man up. Stand up for yourself. This is pathetic. It’s SAD. Do you really not know what a guy should be? You need some lessons.”

Carl spoke up. “Leave him alone. He’s not tough like you. None of us are.”

Ben said, “Don’t I know it. I’ve been trying to teach you guys to fight for two years. You’re hopeless.”

Debby asked, “You mean, like, actual fighting? THESE guys?”

Mariana laughed. “I bet they look like puppies having a squabble.”

Ben sighed. “Self-defense. Choke holds. Stuff like that. I figured if I’m stuck here on this goddamned island with only dweebs for company, I might as well try to make something of them. Make them something I want to be friends with.”

Darin was only half listening. He was still struggling with that urge to escape. Being forced to masterbate in front of Ben was going to be so much worse than the other boys. It was only going to emphasize the contrast between them. Ben was strong. Darin was so weak he let girls bully him into acts of public self-degradation.

Debby interrupted his thoughts. “Intermission is over. Get to it, Darin. I see you’re just about ready anyway.”

Darin looked down. Debby was correct. Thinking about masterbating had roused his penis. It was already half hard. Looking at it was all it took to make it stand up in a full erection. Darin wished the damned thing wasn’t always so enthusiastic.

Andrew cried out, “He’s got a hardon. In front of GIRLS.”

Debby leaned over and asked Ben, “How does his compare to YOURS?”

Ben said, “I’ve got two years on him and way more testosterone in my little finger than he’ll have in his entire life. So what do YOU think?”

Mariana said, “How about you other boys? Want to pull them out and compare?”

Carl and Andrew shouted, “NO,” in unison.

Mariana laughed at them. “You two are so cute. One day I’ll have you both in front of me in your little birthday suits. I might just make you count to 69 for me.”

Ben stated, “Never going to happen as long as I’m around.”

Mariana said, “I might make YOU join them. What number would that make it?”

Debby said, “It’s more of an equation than a number. 69+1=fun.”

Mariana fell back laughing.

Ben shook his head. “You girls are depraved. And they say it’s boys who are the sex maniacs.”

Andrew asked Carl, “What’s with all the numbers?”

Carl leaned over and whispered something in Andrew’s ear. Andrew made a little yelping sound and squeezed his legs together.

Through all the conversation, Darin stood awkwardly with his erection straining for release. He was glad he wasn’t the only boy being embarrassed by these girls. On the other hand, he was the only one embarrassed by being naked and hard.

Debby clapped her hands. “Enough small talk. We’re here for the show. Darin…?”

Darin began. He saw all the cell phones come up to begin recording.

Andrew yelled, “He’s really doing it. In front of…”

“GIRLS.” Pauline finished the statement for him. “Thank you, Andrew. Without your running commentary, we’d never know what was going on right in front of our eyes.”

Darin looked down at himself while he stroked, trying to pretend it was just him and his penis. All alone. No spectators. He was always ashamed of the act anyway. Sometimes only a little. Sometimes in the extreme. It depended on which fantasies were going through his head while he did it. The events of the past few days had deepened that sense of shame substantially. He’d had to do it multiple times in front of of the girls. And now the boys, too. He was profoundly disturbed he was even able to attain an erection in those circumstances.

When it was almost time, Darin said haltingly, “Ummm… I’m… I’m about to do it. Everyone’s too close.”

He knew if he splattered the onlookers, Ben and Mariana would take turns beating him to death.

Debby said, “I know. That’s why this time you’re going to squirt it all in your hand.”

He did. Afterwards, he stared down at the pool of warm fluid in his palm. He looked up at Debby.

“What do I… do… with…” He didn’t need to finish the question. He knew the answer. He sighed and began. It took him a while.

“DUDE,” Ben shouted. “You and I are going to have a LONG talk. I may do the talking with my fists. You’re a disgrace to every boy on the planet.”

Darin couldn’t find it in himself to disagree.

Debby said, “You’ll have your chance to do whatever you want to him. But DON’T hurt him. That’s non-negotiable. No violence. That goes for us girls, too. We haven’t injured him.”

Mariana amended that. “Except for spankings.”

Debby said, “Spankings aren’t violence. They’re allowed.”

Mariana told Ben, “Darin has a very spankable bottom. You should try it.”

Ben was aghast. “DUDE. When they mentioned spankings before, I thought they were being sarcastic. You really let them SPANK you?”

Darin hung his head. A tear ran down his cheek.

Debby said to Ben, “Tell me, do you last longer than Darin when you masterbate?”

Ben said, “Hah. You’re trying to trick me. You know if I answer that, I’ll be admitting to jerking off.”

Debby said, “I think you just did.”

While Ben sputtered, she stood and hung her bag strap across her shoulder. “It’s time for us girls to go do girly stuff. We’ll leave the blankets here for you boys. DON”T leave them out here.”

The other girls joined her. As they walked off, Mariana turned back and said, “Initiate away.”

Once they were gone, Ben strode up to Darin till he bumped right into him. Darin cowered.

“I don’t care what those girls said, I ought to kick your ass for being such a pussy. But don’t worry. You’re too much of a shrimp to beat on. So I’m just going to make this extra humiliating for you.”

Carl and Andrew appeared on either side of Ben. They looked like they sympathized with Darin, but there was also anticipation in their eyes. Darin had an idea of what this initiation would entail.

And he was correct.

A couple of hours later, the boys lay sweaty and exhausted on the blankets. They were all naked now. Ben was snoring.

Carl turned his head to speak softly to Darin. “Don’t feel so bad. At least about this part. You’re not the only one. Ben’s been making us do it for two years.”

Andrew said, “Yeah. I was just nine when we started. I wasn’t even… you know… into puberty.”

Carl said, “You’re still not.”

Andrew replied defensively, “I am SO. I just don’t squirt anything yet.”

“It must’ve just started.”

Andrew looked embarrassed. “It did. Like… just a few days ago. I probably wouldn’t have even known it, except for… you know… doing stuff with you and Ben. It all of a sudden felt different. A LOT different.”

Andrew looked away awkwardly, with an expression that said he’d revealed too much.

Darin said, “I was eight when I did stuff with some girls.”

Andrew said, “Wow. You beat me by a year. And with girls.”

Darin said, “Well… I said I did stuff with them. It was more like they did stuff TO me. Kind of like what Debby and the girls have been doing. But I learned to jerk off. I’ve been doing it ever since. So, you guys all do each other? Like I was having to do today?”

Carl answered, “Not quite. We do Ben and we do each other. Ben doesn’t do anyone. He just lays back and enjoys it.”

Darin said, “That doesn’t seem fair.”

Andrew told him, “Ben’s older and bigger. And meaner. Fair doesn’t enter into it.”

Carl said, “That last thing he did today… you know… where he got on top. I know about that, but he never did that to US before.”

Andrew moaned, “And now that he’s done it, he’ll probably want to do it more. When you leave after the summer, it’s Carl and me he’ll do it to.”

Darin remembered Ben saying, “Since I’m top dog around here, I’m going to start doing it doggie style.” Then he’d called Darin by Mariana’s pet name for him, Spot.

He lay there and almost… but not quite… smiled. Ben might not be the island’s apex predator for long. Earlier, while Darin had been performing his onerous initiation task, he’d seen a flash of light past the boy of the moment’s bare hip. It was way up in the dunes. He’d had a suspicion… actually an almost psychic certainty… that what he’d seen was sunlight reflecting off the telephoto lens of Mariana’s expensive DSLR. The girls had chosen this spot for a very specific reason. And the reason was the view. THEIR view.

He recalled something Pauline had said about the boys on that first day… “We don’t have any pictures of THEM, but that could change now that we have YOU…” Now it made sense.

He looked up to where he’d seen the flash. He could just barely see them through the wavering heat. You had to already know they were there to spot them. He raised a hand slightly and waved. There was a faint movement in response as one of the girls waved back. Darin had no doubt he and the other boys were still being recorded.

He tried to feel smug in his secret knowledge. He tried to rejoice in Ben’s impending downfall after what the older boy had done to him. But he was also acutely aware it wasn’t just Ben and the boys who’d been recorded. His own actions were immortalized in those images, too. If these new videos went viral, Borneo wouldn’t be far enough. He’d have to run away to the moon. Maybe Mars.

As he drifted away into an afternoon nap, Darin wondered if the world was entirely made up of victims and victimizers. He was tired of being the former, but neither did he have any desire to be the latter. Deep down, he knew there was a whole range of humanity between those two extremes. He’d just have to somehow find his way into that middle ground.

There was no ice cream later. Instead, the boys trekked almost all the way into town to Ben’s house. They played video games till it was time for Darin to go back home.

Ben asked if Darin remembered the way back.

Darin said, “Ummm… I think so.”

“Christ, you’re pitiful. I’d better walk you back so you don’t get lost.”

As Carl and Andrew left for their own homes, which were nearby, Ben said, “Come on, Spot. Do I need to hold your little paw on the way back?”

Darin said petulantly, “Don’t call me Spot.”

Ben replied casually, “YOU don’t tell me what to do. But I’ll compromise. I’ll only call you Spot when I’m doing the dog with you. Deal?”

That wasn’t a deal Darin wanted to make. It made it seem like he was agreeing to ‘do the dog’ as Ben called it. But he also hated that pet name. It diminished him. And the tiny bit of self-esteem he had left was on life support. The fewer times Ben used it, the better.

“Deal,” he said grudgingly.

Ben laughed and ruffled Darin’s hair. “For a dog, you sure are a pussy.”

On the walk back to the area Darin was familiar with, he learned Ben was originally from his own city, but had grown up in a much rougher neighborhood. Darin had heard of his school. It was known to be exceptionally tough, and NOT in the area of academics. Darin decided that’s where the older boy’s attitude came from. He got the impression Ben was actually glad to have moved away from that environment… not that he’d ever admit it. Tough as he was, he may have been at the mercy of those even tougher than him.

More Coitus with the Couch

That evening after Mom and Dad went to bed, Darin humped the couch furiously, trying to discharge all the pent up rage and resentment from the day’s humiliations. He buried his face in the pillow, tears soaking the fabric. With each savage thrust of his penis, he unleashed a muffled growl.

When he thought about how the girls had handed him over to Ben and the boys, he was racked by a bizarre sense of betrayal. It wasn’t as though the girls were friends who had turned on him. Quite the opposite. Everything they did was designed to humiliate him. They delighted in forcing him to expose his body to them and anyone else who happened to be near. Making him degrade himself by masterbating on command in front of the boys was right in line with their escalating attack on his modesty.

But handing him over like an object on loan to that second group crossed some line that was so nebulous Darin hadn’t even known it was there. And as a consequence, he’d been forced to do things that he’d heard of but had no prior acquaintance with. He didn’t know how he’d feel about such acts if another boy suggested them. He knew some boys found mutual release with each other. Even ones who weren’t gay… just unbearably horny. But he hadn’t been given any choice in the matter.

Even Carl and Andrew… who Darin discovered he kind of liked… had used him. He tried to be honest with himself, asking if he would’ve done the same if their positions had been reversed. Would he have availed himself of what was obviously a much more pleasurable sexual act than mere masterbation… judging by the other boys’ reactions… if he knew the act was coerced? He liked to think he wouldn’t, but in honesty, he didn’t know the answer. Which made him more distraught. Which made him pound the blameless couch even more aggressively.

And had he really been coerced? Even though Ben was a tough kid, there’d been no threat of physical violence. In fact, the girls had made that a stipulation. He knew Ben was correct in his assessment of Darin. Darin let people push him around. He let them tell him what to do, even when he didn’t want to do it. It was the same with the girls. They had the photos and videos of him as a threat to hold over his head. But he knew they’d do whatever they wanted with all those illicit images whether he obeyed every order or not.

He also knew if he found the courage to defy their orders the next morning, it wouldn’t take long for them to browbeat him back down into submission. It was his nature. He was a victim. And it would take longer than overnight to find a way out of that designation.

Knowing that made him thrust himself into the couch more aggressively than ever.

Darin thought about Ben. While he admired the boy’s strength and confidence and wished to be more like the him in that regard, he also knew from first hand experience that Ben was a victimizer just like the girls. Ben had taken one look at Darin and saw VICTIM just as he had with Carl and Andrew. Darin was just another boy to dominate. And since Darin would be leaving the island after the summer, Ben felt free to take his subjugation even further than he did with the other boys. Which he’d done. Right in front of them.

Darin hoped he was there when Ben found out he wasn’t top dog any more… when the girls let him know about the videos they had of HIM. Darin wanted to watch what they made the older boy do. Of course, Carl and Andrew would be in the same predicament. They would suffer under the girls’ bizarre sense of fun. But then, Carl and Andrew had made use of Darin in humiliating ways, too.

His agitated thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his sweaty shoulder. The growl in his throat turned into a startled shriek. He jerked his head up from the wet pillow to see Mom and Dad standing over him. Dad looked concerned. Mom was outright alarmed. Considering what he’d been doing, and how vigorously he’d been doing it, Darin’s overwrought emotions spiked into another blackout.

As his mind slowly rose from the depths of unconsciousness, he became aware of his parents’ worried voices.

Dad was saying, “He’s fainted like this before, dear. Many times. Darin’s circuit breakers get tripped far too easily.”

“I know. I know. But it makes me anxious every time.”

When Darin was fully awake, he kept his eyes closed. He hoped if he lay there long enough, Mom and Dad would give up their vigil and go back to bed. On the other hand, if they thought he was unresponsive for too long, they might trek into town to call 911..

He was saved from having to decide what to do. Dad said, “I can see you’re awake now, Darin. You can’t even manage non-verbal lies.”

Darin sighed and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the ceiling. They must’ve turned him over. He cringed thinking about Mom and Dad handling his naked, sweaty, unconscious body… with an erection. Then he saw their worried faces. They’d brought two of the dining chairs over to sit by the couch. Then he looked down at himself and squealed.

“You didn’t even cover me up? How long have I been laying here like this?”

Mom said, “About half an hour. The modesty of our son who wasn’t even conscious was NOT our first priority.”

Darin sulked. “You had plenty of time for a second priority. Even a third and fourth. Any of those could’ve involved putting a sheet over me. If you CARED. I can’t believe you’ve been staring at me naked for half an hour. Can I put my underwear on now? Is that allowed?”

After he pulled on his briefs, Mom and Dad sat on either side of him on the couch, making sure to perch at the very edge to avoid the large sweat-soaked area.

Darin demanded to know why they’d barged in on him during his private time. “I thought we had a deal.”

Dad said, “We didn’t know WHAT was going on with all the noise. It sounded like the couch was stomping around the room. In a way, it was. You walked it three feet across the floor with your rather… exuberant… activity.”

Mom asked him, “Why were you being so… violent? What’s going on. Something must be bothering you.”

Darin mumbled, “It’s just… hormones.” He knew adults already attributed scores of behavior issues in kids his age to hormones. Hopefully, Mom and Dad would accept this excuse and not inquire further.

Dad was dubious. “Those were some awfully rambunctious hormones.”

Mom said, “And why were you doing it like that? I thought boys just used their hands.”

“MOM.” His parents seemed determined to launch him into another blackout. “I was just… I was pretending there was… you know… a girl under me… and I was… doing it to her.” Darin’s face burned like there was a bonfire inside his skull. He hoped his mortified reaction to making such a shameful admission would camouflage the falsehood his parents would normally detect. In truth, there had been no imaginary girl beneath him. Maybe there should’ve been. But Darin still masterbated to the same scenarios he had since he was eight. He thought of the things that had been done to him. He never thought of doing things himself, unless it was memories of what he’d been forced to perform.

Mom and Dad looked at each other uncomfortably. Their little boy was growing up. But they felt he still wasn’t old enough to be bedding girls, even in his fantasies.

Mom said, “Before you have any REAL girls under you… in twenty years or so… your dad is going to have to give you some pointers. Most girls don’t like to be pummeled by a jackhammer.”

Darin whined, “Do we really have to talk about this? It’s bad enough you saw me doing it. This is the kind of thing everyone involved is supposed to pretend never happened.”

Dad mused, “I don’t know. That’s a very hard image to get out of my head. I want to know where you learned your technique. Have you been watching S&M pornos on your computer?”

Mom said, “If he hasn’t, dear, don’t give him any ideas.”

Dad told her, “I think we’d better start monitoring his internet activity. He’s at a very impressionable stage.”

“You know, I’m right here. I can actually hear you.”

Mom said, “Ok. It’s three in the morning. We’ll discuss this later.”

Darin suggested, “How about we don’t? Ever. I’m sorry I got so carried away. I won’t ever do it again.”

Darin was aware his parents knew such promises never lasted for long. But he also knew they were almost as disinclined to delve into their son’s sexuality as he was. And he wasn’t even a teenager yet. He almost felt sorry for them.

Dad put an arm around Darin’s shoulders and asked, “Are you SURE there’s nothing else on your mind? Nothing that’s bothering you? That’s what your Mom and I are here for.”

Darin said, “No. Nothing. But… well… there’s IS one thing…”

Dad asked, “What?”

“I… I didn’t get to finish… you know…”

Mom exclaimed, “Oh my God. Why did I have to have a BOY?” She stood up and stalked off to the bedroom.

Dad laughed, then stopped and thought for a moment. “Darin, when you’re finished, don’t open our door. I’m going to see if Mom wants to… you know…”

“DAD. EWWWWWW.”

At the Movies

The girls and the boys were waiting for Darin again the next morning. Darin stopped. His shoulders slumped. He sighed. What horrors would this new day bring?

Debby chided him. “Oh, stop with the drama. You won’t even have to take your clothes off today. Well… you will, but it’ll be in a proper setting.”

What did THAT mean? Darin was suspicious of Debby’s definition of ‘proper.’

He noticed everyone had a rolled up towel with them. Did that mean they were going swimming once they were through with Darin? He’d already told the girls he couldn’t swim, and he was sure that drowning him wasn’t one of the torments they had planned. Unless they drowned him naked.

Debby continued, “But first, the boys have been begging us to show them all your videos.”

Ben told her, “I didn’t beg. I never beg. I merely said I wanted to know what Darin was capable of since we’re saddled with him for over two more months. Now, Carl and Andrew… THEY begged.”

Carl retorted, “We did NOT.”

Debby said, “It’s ok. We know boys like to check each other out.”

All four boys yelled in unison, “We do NOT.”

Pauline said, “Ben has graciously offered us his home since his parent’s are out for the day. They have a BIG big screen tv we can plug into. We can all watch Darin in the luxury of a home theater.”

Mariana announced, “I brought the popcorn.”

The next four hours were pure horror for Darin. Every photo and video the girls… and the boys… had taken of him were up there on the 120 inch screen. It was all well lit by the bright island sun. Every detail was visible. The little group of moviegoers watched it all… the explorations of ever inch of Darin’s body, the fondlings, the masterbations, the spankings, the leg-humpings as the boy confessed all of his most intimate actions and thoughts, and lastly, the public exposure scenarios. Even Carl and Andrew laughed at those. At least they were considerate enough to look guilty about it.

As Darin sat trapped in the middle of the group, tears running down his face, he decided the audio portion was worse than all the images combined. What he’d said was so PRIVATE. Why had he given in and blathered it all out like that? With each new sordid detail of his fantasies, the other boys would cast sidelong looks at him. Ben’s face was contorted in revulsion. Carl and Andrew registered shock and embarrassment. But not judgment. At least not to Ben’s degree.

Once all had been revealed, everyone started getting ready to leave. Carl asked Darin, “How many people, besides the girls and us, have seen you naked since this started?”

Darin said, “Hundreds. At least that’s what it feels like.”

Andrew said, “Man, I can’t even imagine being forced to do those restroom reveals. For people to see you AND think you’re… well… that’s appalling.”

Darin heard Ben tell Debby. “You girls go ahead. We’ll meet you there.”

Debby asked, “What are… OH.”

Once the girls left, Ben backed Darin up against a wall. “That was PATHETIC. How could you let them do that stuff to you? You’re a GUY. I’m not even going to get into your jack off fantasies. What a guy whacks it to is his own business. Of course, you made it everybody else’s business by blabbing about it. On video. But still, I’ll leave that alone. But all that other stuff. You let them OWN you.”

Carl tried to intervene. “Leave him alone, Ben. You know how crazy the girls are. They had him too scared to say no.”

Ben was unimpressed. “Scared of GIRLS. What a wuss. Well, since you let other people tell you what to do… no matter how degrading… I think we need to do a little more initiating.”

And they did.

Afterwards, as Ben was buttoning his shorts, he said, “Spot, I just realized… it doesn’t look like you brought your towel and swimsuit.”

Darin bristled at the nickname, but didn’t complain. That would only amuse Ben, and Darin figured he’d provided the older boy with enough enjoyment for the day. “What? No one told me to bring that.”

“Jesus. You’ve let everyone tell you what to do so much, you can’t do anything on your own. Well, none of mine are going to fit you. They’d fall right off. Of course, that shouldn’t bother YOU.”

Carl said, “He’s about my size. We can stop by my house and get him a towel and one of my spare suits.”

Darin asked, “I don’t need a suit. I can’t swim.”

Ben said, “I know. The girls told me. That’s just one more thing in the long list of what makes you so pathetic. We’re going to teach you to swim. You can’t live on an island and not know how. It’s unheard of.”

Darin stamped his foot. “I’m NOT going out in that filthy beach water. It probably has bacteria the size of basketballs.”

Ben laughed. “Well, look at you. Acting like you have balls. But don’t worry. We’re going to the pool. You can’t learn to swim in the breakers. So get the rest of your damn clothes on so we can go.”

As Darin dressed, he thought about the video that had been conspicuously absent during the presentation… the video of his first initiation by the boys out in the dunes. The girls must be saving that for a special occasion. He hoped that occasion would include Ben being forced to demean himself like Darin just did.

School at the Pool

The pool was in the center of the little town. Darin had only been through the town briefly, and he’d been sulking in the back of the little taxi that served the island. Mom and Dad had been sitting on either side of him, trying to encourage him to look out the windows. He’d refused. They’d just arrived on the ferry, so it was their first day there. All he could think about was the eighty-nine days to go.

As they walked to the pool, Darin got his first real look at the town. Much of it hadn’t changed from when it was built two hundred years ago. Mom had called it picturesque. Darin had other words, the nicest of which was decrepit. Everything was so OLD.

The pool had a plaque on the brick entryway commemorating its construction in 1935. Good Lord. He HAD been transported back into the Dark Ages.

The girls were already in their swimsuits. They were waiting impatiently by the pool.

Debby said, “You certainly took your time.”

Ben told her, “We each initiated him twice.”

Andrew said, “You also ‘did the dog.’ So that makes it three times for YOU. And I still don’t like watching that.”

Ben said, “No one made you watch.”

“You said you’d do it to me next if I didn’t.”

Ben grinned. “Oh, yeah. I forgot.”

Pauline said, “Boys are gross.”

Debby was getting irritated. “Hurry up and go change. And after what you’ve been doing, make sure you all take a shower BEFORE you get in the pool. Chlorine can only take care of so much.”

Ben said, “We’ll do it, but only because it’s the pool rules.”

The locker room was small. A line of five lockers faced a wall of shower nozzles. It was all quite open. That shouldn’t have fazed Darin. He’d been taking showers outdoors for over two weeks. And once with a real estate agent in attendance. But he’d been naked in front of so many people the last few days, he was becoming very sensitive to exposure.

Ben told him, “Hurry up and strip. And I guess you didn’t being a lock for the locker either.”

Darin hung his head.

“Pathetic. Put your clothes in with mine. It’s mostly locals who use the pool, and we don’t steal from each other. But mainlanders come here every now and then. So we have to be careful.”

Once Darin tossed his underwear into the locker, he started to walk towards the showers where the other boys were already naked and waiting. But Ben took him by the arm and led him around the lockers. There was a row of urinals and a couple of toilets… all just as open as the showers.

Ben held up his phone and explained, “Debby asked me to take a few pictures of you sitting on the toilet here. So go plop yourself down and look pretty.”

Darin groaned.

Carl and Andrew had followed them around the lockers. Carl said, “Come on, Ben. That’s demeaning. Hasn’t he been through enough today? And I thought you didn’t let the girls tell you what to do.”

Ben said, “I told you. She asked. Nicely. And if you want to take Darin’s side, maybe you’d like to sit next to him on the other toilet for the photo op.”

Carl blanched. “Uh… well…”

Ben said, “You KNOW I can make you do it. So remember who your REAL friends are. Darin’s still mostly a mainlander. It’s going to take a lot more initiations before he’s one of us. I’d guess he’ll be ready right about the time he’s leaving. So… what’s it going to be?”

Darin told Carl, “Don’t. There’s no reason for both of us to be humiliated.” He took his seat on the toilet. Ben didn’t even have to remind him to spread his legs.

After the photo shoot, the boys showered briefly and pulled on their suits. When they joined the girls, Debby demanded, “Well?”

Ben gave her his phone and said, “Long shots, closeups. One where he’s pulling out the toilet paper. I even made him act like he’s wiping his butt for a few.”

The other girls gathered around to look as Debby squealed in delight. She said, “You’re so evil, you should be part of OUR gang. Ditch the dweebs and join us.”

Carl and Andrews said, “HEY.”

Mariana vetoed the idea. “Uh-uh. Remember the clubhouse rules? No boys allowed.”

Debby said, “Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Darin stood off to the side and fumed. Ben had shown him the pictures. The butt-wiping ones were especially cringe inducing. How many millions of people were going to see him doing THAT on the internet? How many at his school?

The next few hours were taken up with swim lessons. Ben and Mariana took over instruction duties while the other kids played at the opposite end of the pool. Darin was NOT a quick learner. He continually panicked even though they were in the shallow end.

He eventually learned to dog paddle, which Mariana found hysterically appropriate.

“Good boy, Spot. Good boy.”

Later, as they all lounged about on pool furniture, Debby pointed out a couple of girls who had just arrived. “That’s Brenda and Stacy. They’re in our school.”

The two girls looked across the pool and squealed when they saw Darin. He closed his eyes and tried to wish himself far, far away.

“I’m guessing you’ve shown them the videos.”

Mariana said, “No. No videos. We emailed them some of the still shots. Don’t worry. Not ALL of them. Just the most embarrassing ones. Including some of the ball and butthole shots.”

Debby added, “We told you. Island kids stick together. We share.” To Ben, she said, “Let me borrow your phone. I want to show them the latest ones. They’re going go crazy over them.”

He replied in a condescending way, “I already sent them to YOUR phone. All of yours. When I promise to deliver on something… I deliver.”

When the time came to leave, the kids split up to go to their respective locker rooms. Darin and the other boys stripped off their suits and took a quick shower to wash the chlorine off. Darin was the slowest getting dressed again. Ben harassed him to hurry up.

Darin told him, “Go on. I’ll be out there in a minute. I need to pee. And please don’t take a picture of me doing it.”

Ben said, “I wasn’t going to. But I’ll be sure to recommend that to the girls later.” He told Carl and Ben, “Come one. I’m not standing around here waiting for slowpoke.”

As Darin went around the lockers to the urinal, he heard Ben saying, “Why didn’t he do it in the pool like you’re supposed to?”

When Darin came back around the lockers from the urinal, he ran right into someone. They both screamed. Although the person’s back was turned, he immediately recognized it was a girl. In the boy’s locker room. Then he recognized further. When she turned around, the identity was confirmed.

Mariana laughed and said, “Glad it was YOU, Spot. I thought you all had left.”

Darin demanded, “What are you doing in here? This is for boys.” Then he felt foolish for saying it. When had Mariana, or any of the girls, shown any respect for the privacy of boys?

Mariana held up the two small cams she’d used at the changing room. “Retrieving these. They’re gray, just like the lockers. And Ben is too sure of his own godhood to suspect we girls would ever do anything like this to HIM. He wouldn’t even feel there was a need to look.”

Mariana backed Darin up against the lockers. Her body was pressed against his, with full contact all the way down. He was glad he was dressed, or he would’ve had an instant erection.

“And YOU, Spot, better not tell him or his fawning little entourage that we have video of all of you taking a shower. Two showers, actually. Four naked boys, all in a row. Front and back. Not to mention wet and soapy. Good stuff.”

Darin said, “I didn’t tell them about the other videos you took out in the dunes. The ones where I’m… you know… being initiated. I don’t owe them anything.”

Mariana ruffled his hair and left. Darin hated to have his hair ruffled.

For the last hour before Darin had to return to the cabin, they toured the town. The island kids showed him the harbor, the tourist-trap shops, the fish market. After watching fish get their heads chopped off, descaled, and deboned, Darin swore off seafood forever. The stench alone would’ve done it even without the disgusting, stomach churning visuals.

Ben leaned over to Darin and whispered, “You’re the opposite of those fish. They get deboned. You just get boned.” He laughed uproariously.

As the group split up and went their separate ways in the late afternoon, Debby called out to Darin, “Don’t forget your swimsuit tomorrow.”

“I didn’t forget,” he practically screamed back at her. “No one told me we were going to the pool.”

That evening, Darin conducted his usual rehash of the day’s humiliating events as he copulated with the couch… this time with less aggression and noise. Knowledge that there were two more girls, Brenda and Stacy, who’d seen those degrading images of him made him savagely chew the pillows as he thrust himself repeatedly between the cushions. At least the newest girls hadn’t seen any of the videos. Yet. Darin had no false hopes that state would last for long.

An Assault at Sea

The next few weeks fell into a sporadic routine. Sometimes the boys would be with the girls when Darin met them in the mornings. Sometimes they wouldn’t. Darin had suspected that one day the boys would be invited along to watch while the girls had their fun and games with Darin’s body. He’d been correct. Even after the fifth or sixth time, Carl and Andrew still made constant noises of distress as they watched Darin’s ongoing ordeal. Ben alternated between exclaiming a horrified, “DUDE,” and offering suggestions on what the girls could do next. It turned out Ben had a vivid and wicked imagination. Everyone’s video library continued to grow in size and scope.

Darin wondered that it didn’t become dull and repetitious for the girls, even with Ben’s creative input. But then, it didn’t become commonplace for Darin either. He wished he could get used to the constant violations, but each new one might as well have been the first for all the roiling emotions it provoked within him.

There were numerous trips to the pool, with each one divided between teaching Darin to swim better and playing games in the water. A few of visits ended with the boys taking turns standing guard at the locker room door while the others initiated Darin in the hot, steamy shower. Only Darin knew this was caught on video. Mariana continued to make covert visits to the locker room before and after swimming to set up and take down her cams. Darin had conflicting thoughts on these shower videos. On one hand, Ben and the boys were going to find out one day the girls had LOTS of embarrassing images and blackmail material on them, putting them in the same unenviable situation as Darin. On the other hand, Darin was in those videos, too.

Ben insisted Darin start attending his informal self-defense classes in his backyard. At first Darin was afraid Ben would use these instructions as an excuse to inflict pain on the boy he found so hatefully inadequate as a male. But Ben turned out to be a conscientious teacher. Darin was soon learning holds and throws and how to roll when he hit the ground. It was hot, sweaty work under the summer sun, which demanded a shower afterwards. Which usually led to more initiations.

There were trips back out to the campground for more restroom reveals. Mainlanders never stayed for long, so the girls just had to wait a few days between excursions to be sure they had a wholly different crowd. Afterwards, there was the second beach. Ben and the boys were along for many of these outings now. Ben made the suggestion to duplicate what he’d done with the locker room toilet picture by having Darin pose as though in the act of wiping when the door opened. The boy had found a way to make these episodes a hundred times more embarrassing… something Darin wouldn’t have thought possible.

Ben also thought of another beach scenario, helpful boy that he was. Now that Darin could swim reasonably well and they weren’t afraid he’d instantly drown after venturing into the waves, they instituted The Stolen Swimsuit storyline. One of the group would accompany Darin out into the water, then take his swimsuit back to shore. It was up to Darin to find another swimmer to help him out. He’d tell potential Good Samaritans that some bigger boys had taken his suit off him and left him naked. It was made quite clear to him that he was on his own. If no one would help by supplying him with another suit or something else to cover up with, he’d have to stay out in the water forever or find the courage to come ashore through the crowd of beachgoers completely nude.

The major hurdle to overcome before the operation even began was getting Darin out into water. Debby finally had to call up Wikipedia on her phone to show him the negligible chance of sharks in the area, the non-existent chance of an octopus encounter, piranha were fresh-water fish, and krakens were entirely mythological. They had no counter-argument for his fears of flesh eating bacteria, so Mariana and Ben just grabbed him and dragged him out into the surf. He only stopped screaming when he discovered he got a mouthful of seawater every time a wave broke over him.

No one in the area was alarmed by Darin’s cries. There were dozens and dozens of other children frolicking in the waves making similar noises. When Mariana and Ben decided Darin was sufficiently far from shore… but not so far he’d be swept out to sea and lost forever… Ben dove under and pulled Darin’s swimsuit down and off.

Despite his shrill cries of, “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me,” they left him.

Darin stood waist deep in seawater, being rocked my the continual series of waves. He was dazed by the turn of events. In all the other public exposure schemes, he had only to pull his clothes back up or on once he’d been seen. He had no such safety net now. He was naked and on his own, miles from shore… or so it seemed to him. And despite the gang’s assurances, he kept an eye out for fins in the water. And an ear out for the theme from Jaws.

There was a multitude of people scattered around him the immediate area, playing in the waves. He had to find someone kind enough to help out a poor naked waif. But first, Debby had told him to find younger people, Darin’s age or a little older. They would be more likely to NOT help him, offering laughter and jeers instead. The gang hoped he would go through a number of these encounters before finding someone less mean spirited.

Darin thought about approaching someone more likely to assist him right away. Like a mother or father. But he knew the others were watching him. He could see them sitting on the shore. Mariana had her DSLR with the telephoto lens trained on him. He hoped it got sand and seawater inside it and was ruined.

A few yards away was a group of late teens, two boys and three girls. The boys looked like jocks. The girls were probably cheerleaders. Darin sighed. These were likely candidates. He waded towards them, his toes sinking into the repulsive wet sand beneath his feet.

He stood near, trying to work up his nerve to speak. Before he could, one of the boys noticed him. With an irritated expression, the boy told him, “Go on, beat it kid. There’s a whole ocean for you to play in.”

The others all turned his way and looked at him expectantly.

Darin swallowed and said, “Ummmm… could you help me?”

A blonde-haired girl said, “Help you with WHAT, little boy?”

The group laughed and waited.

Darin said, “A bunch of older boys grabbed me and… well… they pulled my swimsuit off and left with it. I’m trapped out here.”

The group stared at him open mouthed. Then they all burst into laughter.

Another girl, a brunette, said in disbelief, “Are you telling us you’re naked?”

The older kids all looked down at him to see for themselves, but this water was too murky and opaque.

Darin’s face turned red. “Umm… yes. Do any of you have something I could wear? I’m really embarrassed.”

After another round of laughter, the second boy said, “We might be able to help. But first, you’ve got to PROVE you’re naked.”

Great. Darin asked, “How?”

The first boy had been maneuvering around behind Darin unnoticed. In a sudden attack, he wrapped his arms around Darin’s waist and lifted him high out of the water. He yelled, “Like THIS.”

Darin squealed in alarm. His first thought was he’d been seized by the tentacles of some sea monster. But the teenagers in front of him were screaming with laughter, not terror. That’s when he looked down and saw the very human arms encircling him. He also saw the water was well below the level of his crotch, even with the fluctuating height of the incoming waves. There was the proof the boy had demanded, visibly hanging between his legs.

Darin struggled, crying out for the boy to let him down. He could feel his penis jostling about and his ballsack slapping against his legs as he fought. He knew what a lewd exhibition he was making of himself, but his already heightened sense of vulnerability at being out in the waves so far from shore escalated into a mindless, mortified panic.

The boy continued to hold Darin up, presenting his naked floppies to the other teenagers. Other kids in the area had noticed the unusual activity, so audience was growing. Kids were striding and swimming through the waves to get a closer look. Soon Darin and his captor were surrounded by bodies, blocking off the unseemly sight from anyone older or more responsible who might intervene.

The boy who held him announced, “I’m putting him down. His butt is just about right in my face.”

After Darin was released, he tried to escape. But kids closed in around him from all sides in unspoken solidarity. Many of them were girls, and many of those were around Darin’s age. As he screamed, “Stop it,” over and over, a multitude of hands grasped at him under the water. His cries were lost beneath the screaming glee of his antagonists.

Darin felt hands grabbing his penis, his balls, his bottom. He kept fighting them away with his own hands while trying to crouch into a protective stance. A couple of boys of around fourteen or fifteen secured his arms and held him upright, leaving him open for assault. The greedy grasping continued till Darin felt he was being molested by a multi-tentacled creature more terrifying than any kraken. This was worse than anything Debby, Pauline, and Mariana had done. There were at least twenty hands on him at any given moment, tugging and clutching and squeezing. He stopped screaming and just slumped into the arms of the boys holding him. He closed his eyes and waited for it to be over.

Darin moaned with shame as his penis was handled into an erection, much to the delight of the girls. They were pressed against him so tightly… slipping and sliding against him even closer when the waves threw everyone together… their full body contact augmented his unwanted physical arousal. He heard one girl say she’d never had a chance to kiss a boy before. He immediately felt wet lips squirming against his. Other girls started climbing over the ones immediately around him to squeeze their lips against his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders.

It was overwhelming. He was afraid he was about to black out and drown as a consequence. This crowd would never have the compassion to carry him to the safety of shore. But this mass violation didn’t bring on another fainting spell. It produced an intense ejaculation instead. There was too much chaotic activity for him to even feel the usual buildup. He just suddenly started bucking and thrusting as he spewed semen into the water. He cried out in shame and delirious bliss.

One of the boys holding him exclaimed, “Shit. I think he’s cumming.”

The other cried, “He IS. Jizz in the water, man. Jizz in the water.”

The boys launched themselves away from Darin with howls of revulsion. The girls’ reactions were more extreme. They started screaming as they splashed and fought and clawed at each other trying to escape the area, each one afraid to come into intimate underwater contact with the little swimmers Darin had just released that were NOT the local fish.

One girl’s voice rose above the rest. “Oh my God, I’m impregnated. I can feel it.”

Darin suddenly found himself alone, like a remote island in the middle of the ocean. He staggered as an unusually large wave smacked him in the back. But he still managed to jerk out the rest of his juice, feeling both miserable and rapturous as he did so.

He was free of that ravaging mob, but was still trapped out in the waves by his state of nakedness. It felt weird to be in the wide open outdoors, but still a prisoner. He knew the cell he was confined in was just his own modesty. He could free himself by the simple act of walking ashore. To hell with everyone. If they wanted to look, then look. But he didn’t have that kind of self-confidence. Even though it seemed like a thousand people had already seen him naked in the last few weeks, even one more was one too many. Every time someone saw what they shouldn’t see, Darin felt an assault not unlike those grasping hands from moments before, stealing his dignity and self-esteem.

Darin surveyed the groups of people scattered about the vicinity. None of them seemed to have recognized what had been happening only yards away. They’d only heard the screaming of kids at play. The nature of the play hadn’t been apparent. He needed to approach one of these groups in his quest for coverage. He recalled his instructions to seek help from those least likely to actually give it, thereby creating another humiliating scenario. But he’d already done that. The result had been violation on a massive scale. He’d gone above and beyond, and he wasn’t going to play that game anymore.

He wondered again why he was letting this gang of deranged island kids coerce him into working against his own best interest. And he was the one doing all the work. They just sat back and captured it all on video. It wasn’t enough that he was out there humiliating himself for their perverse pleasure. Those videos ensured he would be humiliated again and again, probably for the rest of his life.

He saw two women with two girls off to his left. The women were likely the girls’ mothers. Surely that mothering instinct would work in his favor. How could they ignore a young boy in such a tragic circumstance?

He got a better look as he waded up to the small group. The women were old. Probably in their thirties. One girl was around Darin’s age. The other maybe two years younger. They all looked at him curiously as he drew near.

One of the women, a heavyset brunette, asked him, “Do you need something, young man?”

Darin startled himself by bursting into tears as he started to speak. He knew it was a belated reaction to his recent assault, and not anticipation of the embarrassment to come. But that knowledge didn’t make him feel any less ridiculous. The two girls were staring at him in astonishment. Boys his age shouldn’t be so opening crying.

He managed to stammer, “Some older boys… they… they… stole my swimsuit and left me out here. I’m… I’m naked.”

The girls greeted this admission with incredulous grins. Like the previous group, they tried to see beneath the surface of the water, but were thwarted.

The second woman, a tall thin blonde, said, “Is this a joke? Are you trying to pull a prank on us? You’re not really naked, are you? Or, if you are, is this some twisted game you’re playing? You’re awfully young to be a flasher.”

The brunette told her, “I don’t think the boy is faking those tears. He’s really upset. And girls, stop giggling at him.”

The blonde was still scowling at Darin. She demanded, “Are you out here alone. Where are your parents?”

Darin said, “They’re back at the cabin. It’s about a mile from here.”

The brunette said, “Why are they letting a boy your age out swimming all by himself? How old are you… nine?”

“I’m TWELVE.” Darin’s outrage helped dispel the tears.

The blonde lady was still dubious of his story and his age. As Darin started to speak again, a wave went by leaving a shallow trough that only rose to his knees. One aspect of his story was verified. Darin was momentarily too stunned to move. The treachery of the wave was as unexpected as it was revealing.

The girls covered their mouths and squealed. Darin stood exposed in the lull between waves. A wail of rage was rising up in him. He’d had enough of being a plaything for Debby and the girls, Ben and the boys, and the universe itself. If he’d had anything on his mind at that moment besides anger, frustration, and crushing humiliation, he’d have suspected the universe wasn’t through playing games with him.

Just as he let loose with that primal scream, a wave with more force than any before struck him in the back, throwing him face-first into the churning water. The scream came out as a garbled, gurgling mass of bubbles. Once the scream stopped, Darin swallowed several gallons of seawater… or so it seemed. The wave carried him several yards towards shore with his entire bare backside exposed to all the startled people he passed.

When he finally came to a stop, he lay face down in two inches of water. He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and gagged up the volumes of seawater he’d swallowed. Still hacking and sputtering, he looked up at the crowd that had gathered around him on the shore.

A little boy was looking at him in awe. “Man, you didn’t even need a surfboard. That was COOL.”

He heard a girl’s voice behind him. “This was certainly a SCENIC day at the beach, Mom.”

“Hush. Don’t make fun of him. The boy’s had a bad day.”

Darin looked over his shoulder to see the two women and their girls sloshing up towards him. Great. More people to see him in the most embarrassing position imaginable. He tried to push himself up to regain his feet, but another bout of gagging seized him.

While the woman waited for Darin to finish coughing and drooling out another gallon of foul seawater, she told the girl to go fetch a towel.

“Mommmmm. You’re not going to cover him up, are you?”

“I certainly am. And you and your cousin need to stop looking. He doesn’t have anything left you haven’t seen.”

“Can I get my camera?” the girl wheedled.

“NO.”

The woman took Darin’s arm and helped him up. He held his hands over himself and tried to stand behind her as they waited for the girl to return with the towel… which seemed to be taking FOREVER. The younger girl paced around behind him looking at his bottom from every angle. Darin kept his eyes downcast, not wanting to look at the crowd. He didn’t want to know how many cell phones were capturing his latest public exposure.

When school started again after the summer, all of Darin’s fellow students were going to know him top to bottom, inside and out. That was now a fact in Darin’s mind. There was no way under the physical laws of reality they could miss all the video that had been recorded, and surely uploaded, since the vacation from hell began. Darin was beginning to think of that hell literally. Maybe he’d died and this island was his own personal everlasting punishment. But for what? What had he done to deserve this? Was masterbating every night for four years straight really such a sin?

“Here. Put this on.”

The woman was holding out a big, fuzzy beach towel. He had to remove his hands to accept the towel and wrap it around him, giving the crowd and the two girls what should’ve been their final look at him.

The woman told the others to go sit on their blanket and start preparing lunch. She was going to take Darin all the way back to his parents’ cabin and give them a piece of her mind. She was going to tell them a twelve year old boy… if he actually WAS twelve… was too young to be out on his own at the beach. Look at the result. He’d been stripped naked by bullies and almost drowned.

When Darin heard this declaration, his fight or flight response landed firmly on the side of flight. He’d be grounded for fifty years if Mom and Dad learned he’d been out swimming at the beach without their permission. They didn’t even know he could swim. With no further thought, Darin bolted, taking the woman by surprise. She made a grab for him, but only managed to catch the trailing edge of the towel. Darin did a lovely pirouette as it unwound from around him, then he continued on through the crowd towards the dunes.

He kept running and bounding over the uneven landscape till the woman’s angry voice faded away in the distance. He stopped, panting and sweating from the exertion. He had to decide what to do next… wait and see if Debby and Co. found him out in the dunes to give him his clothes, or head for the cabin. Option 1 was questionable. The gang must’ve seen him escaping the clutches of the busybody, but would they follow him? They might think it was funny to leave him out wandering the island completely naked. As for Option 2, he was almost sure he could find the cabin. He just had to retrace his steps to the edge of the dunes, then walk parallel to the beach till he saw the cabin. Keeping out of sight, of course.

The problem was, Mom and Dad hadn’t gone out that day. They’d be there when Darin arrived. He’d never be able to sneak into the cabin and get dressed without being discovered. Not only had they seen him naked WAY too many times since the summer began, but he’d have to come up with an acceptable reason for why he was running around completely bare. He’d told them that morning he was going to be out with his new friends. Mom and Dad would reasonably be curious what happened to his friends AND his clothes.

Darin turned and crept cautiously back towards the beach. He wasn’t entirely sure the woman hadn’t followed him. She’d seemed determined to to redress the wrongs perpetrated by his parents in allowing him to be out unsupervised. That rankled. He was twelve years old. He wasn’t a baby. He didn’t like her criticizing Mom and Dad either. In seeking out someone he thought would help him, Darin had chosen a woman who was far too aggressive in her support.

Once he reached the edge of the dunes, he crouched down and peered over the top. He hoped to see the gang and get his clothes back, but they weren’t where they’d been before. They must’ve fled the scene to avoid getting caught in the fallout of Darin’s encounter with the woman. That left him with just the cabin. And Mom and Dad. There was no way this wasn’t going to be awful. He sighed and started crawling along under the cover of the long hillock of sand.

By the time Darin reached the cabin, he had a story ready. He hoped it was just embarrassing enough that Mom and Dad wouldn’t think he made it up. He didn’t want them pressing for the even more embarrassing truth. As for sneaking in, he knew he’d never accomplish it, and being caught in the attempt would make it worse for him. So he was going to just brazen his way through the front door.

It took Darin over thirty minutes of hunkering down in the dunes to work up the courage to approach the cabin. When he entered the front door, Mom and Dad didn’t immediately see him. The were cuddled up together on the couch reading a book together. It was one of the cute, lovey-dovey things they did that made Darin want to barf.

Standing before them with his hands cupped over his genitals, he cleared his throat and said, “Ummm… Mom? Dad?”

After both staring at him in shock, Mom found her voice first. “Darin. What in the world…?”

Dad followed up with, “Where are your clothes, son?”

Darin shuffled his feet. “Well… it’s a long story.”

Dad said, “I hope it’s a good one.”

Mom’s opinion was, “No story about why you’re coming home stark naked is a good one.”

“Well… my friends were going to go play video games, but I wanted to try something. So I told them I needed to go home early. And… well… you’ve been telling me I’m too modest about… you know, my body. So I decided to see what it would be like to be a nudist. Not in front of other people. Just by myself. See what it was like being outside without any clothes on. And not just behind the cabin when I take a shower. So, I went out in the dunes and took everything off. I didn’t think anybody else would be out there, but after a while I heard a dog barking. It sounded like a big dog. And it was getting closer. Then I heard some man yelling, ‘Come back here, Brutus.’

“Then I saw the dog. It was coming right at me. It was one of those pit bull rottweiler doberman pincher things. It was huge. It had slobber going everywhere. I thought it was going to kill me. So, I ran. It chased me for what seemed like miles. Then it finally caught me and knocked me down. I thought I was a goner for sure. But then it just started licking me.”

Mom asked with obvious concern, “Where did it lick you?”

“My FACE, Mom. Where did you think? Anyway, the man comes running up and pulls the dog off. He said he was really sorry. He said Brutus was just an overly nice dog. And he loved kids. Then he said, ‘I can’t understand why he ripped your clothes off.’ I told him he didn’t, I was just working on my tan. The man went back with me to find my clothes, but we’d been running all over everywhere and I couldn’t find where they were. So I had to come back like this.”

Darin stood uncomfortably while Mom and Dad considered his story. Finally, Dad said, “Either you’re getting to be a better liar, or that outlandish tale is actually true.”

Mom said, “You don’t need to be taking your clothes off out in public, Darin. What if some pervert saw you? You could’ve been molested. Or what if someone reported you to the police?”

Darin promised, “I won’t do it again. It was traumatic. The dog slobber was gross. Can I put some clothes on now?”

Dad told him, “First, go out and rinse off in the shower. You have sand all over you.”

Darin looked down at himself. He was indeed quite gritty, a complication of being sweaty in a sandy environment. He said, “Mom, don’t look at me when I go out the door. I don’t want you to see my bottom.”

Mom laughed. “Honey, I’ve seen your bottom… and everything else… more this summer than I did in the last ten years.”

“Nuh-uhhhh.” Darin turned and stalked out the front door, not looking back. He didn’t want to know if Mom was looking or not. Her sarcastic wolf-whistle gave him his answer anyway.

As he stood under the shower spray, trying to cool the burn of the day’s embarrassments, he wondered how much longer this situation could go on. It was untenable. If the gang kept pushing him into more and more precarious scenarios, something bad was inevitably going to happen. Well… something bad was already happening on a daily basis. Something WORSE was waiting to pounce. And it would be Darin it pounced on.

And he’d been lying to Mom and Dad so often, he’d apparently become good at it. It wasn’t an achievement he could take pride in.

Darin had neglected to bring a towel out to the shower with him, which meant he was going to have to make another naked entrance into the cabin. This time while wet. He sighed with irritation. Mom or Dad should’ve reminded him. Maybe that woman was right. His parents were negligent.

Getting ready for a shower, and getting dressed after it, had always been complicated at the cabin. After Darin woke up in the mornings, he was already self-conscious about being in just his briefs in front of Mom and Dad anyway. Then he had to command them to turn around so he could take them off and wrap a towel around himself to go out to the shower. After returning from his shower, Darin had to tell them once again to turn away while he took off the towel and got dressed.

As Darin turned off the water, he decided he was just too weary for all of that. The grasping, groping mass assault out in the waves and the humiliating public exposure on the beach had left him emotionally drained. Those were just the most recent of the accumulated events of the summer that combined to wear him down. He walked around the corner of the house and through the front door, not bothering to cover himself up.

“I need a towel.”

Once his parents recovered from the surprise at their son’s unusually immodest display, Dad retrieved a big, fluffy towel and began to dry Darin off himself. The boy only fussed a little. It actually felt good to have a parent take care of him. Even when you’re a young adult of twelve years, sometimes it’s nice to be just a little kid.

As Dad rubbed Darin’s hair dry, he looked over the boy’s head at Mom with a question in his eyes. Mom just shrugged. This was just a new weirdness in their very weird son. Tomorrow he’d probably demand they forget he’d ever voluntarily let them see him.

Later, still wrapped in the towel, Darin napped at one end of the couch while Mom and Dad returned to their book at the other end, occasionally glancing over at their sleeping son and wondering if they should be concerned.

Sea Change

When Darin woke up the following morning, he realized the summer was half over. There was still a month and a half to struggle through. He groaned. He really didn’t know if he could do it.

Ben was absent that day due to a trip to the mainland with his parents. Darin did NOT miss the older boy’s increasingly inventive recommendations for the girls’ playtime. The girls managed to come up with a new variation without him, though. Debby presided over the marriage of Pauline’s Barbie doll and Darin’s penis. Pauline was the Maid of Honor. Carl was the best man. Andrew was the little ring bearer. Mariana was not only the wedding photographer, she recorded the honeymoon as well. The newlyweds performed numerous conjugal contortions. Ken, the ex-boyfriend, had to sit on the sidelines, livid with impotent rage while Darin humped Barbie into the blanket. Afterwards, as Pauline looked over the sticky mess Darin had made of her doll, Mariana suggested it was time to move on and leave that particular part of her childhood behind.

Once the girls had finished with Darin for the day, he discovered another advantage to Ben’s absence. Carl and Andrew invited him over to Carl’s house. Conveniently, Carl’s parents wouldn’t be back till after six that evening. Once there, the boys told Darin how unfair they thought his humiliating treatment was, including their own part in his perpetual initiations. To ease their guilt, they offered to turn the tables so Darin could experience the initiation act from the other side. Darin readily agreed. He lay back on Carl’s bed with his hands behind his head while the other boys atoned for their sins. Repeatedly. It was understood without saying that Ben was never to learn of this instance of role reversal. He’d probably turn Carl and Andrew over to the girls to suffer Darin’s daily fate if he found out.

After a three-way nude wrestling match, a perusal of porn on Carl’s computer, a raid on the refrigerator for snacks, a couple of hours with the XBox, and a final round of initiations, Darin realized he was actually having fun. With friends. The feeling was alien but agreeable.

That evening, after Mom and Dad had gone to bed, Darin was content to use the couch for sleeping and nothing more.

The following morning brought some additional changes. First, Mariana carried a large beach umbrella out to their spot in the dunes. She explained, “It’s shade for the iPad. The sun really washes out the screen. We want you boys to be able to see EVERYTHING.”

That sounded ominous. Once everyone was seated under the umbrella, Debby made an announcement.

“There’s only six weeks to go before Darin leaves us and we all have to go back to… ugh… school. We want to try something new. First, we’ll start by watching a bunch of new videos the girls and I have been taking. And I want to warn you… especially YOU, Ben… these videos are already in the cloud. And Brenda and Stacy have copies, too. And there are other measures in place we won’t tell you about. So don’t try anything.”

Ben, Carl, and Andrew looked at each other in confusion. Why would they try anything? Darin wasn’t confused. This was the moment he’d been waiting for… with equal measures of hope and dread, depending on how well-disposed he was towards the other boys at any given moment. He’d come to like Carl and Andrew enough that he didn’t want to see them victimized by the girls. And now that the moment was at hand, he didn’t even want to see Ben brought down, as rightfully angry as he was most of the time at the older boy. Ben had contributed to Darin’s humiliations by the girls, as well as concluding each initiation by doing the dog… but he’d also been teaching Darin some very useful methods for dealing with bullies at school, and not just through fighting. There were psychological tactics Darin never would’ve thought of on his own. Ben had told him, “I won’t be there to save your ass. You’re going to have to learn how to save it on your own.” And when Ben relaxed and dropped his alpha male persona, he could be fun to be around.

Mariana had situated herself close to Darin when they’d all sat on the blankets. She now leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I convinced the girls to keep quiet about your knowledge of these new videos. The boys wouldn’t appreciate it if they knew you were aware of it all along.”

Darin whispered, “Umm… thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And you’ll be showing me some proper thanks… or improper actually… before you leave the island. When I get some alone time with you. Spot is going to get to be top dog for a while. JUST a while.”

She reached into his lap and gently squeezed his penis through his shorts. Darin felt faint.

Ben was oblivious of this interchange. He was glaring at Debby angrily, “What the hell’s going on?”

Debby said brightly, “Why, I’m glad you asked.”

She pulled the iPad out of her bag. Everyone gathered around to see the screen.

There was Darin’s original initiation from weeks before. He knew the girls had been watching and recording, and that had been all kinds of awful. But actually seeing what they saw made him almost black out. He felt like he was drowning in dark waves of humiliation. He wasn’t just naked in those videos. He was naked and… doing things. And things were being done TO him. He managed to overcome the approaching fainting spell, but just barely. Only weeks before, he would’ve been rendered unconscious. With the repeated assaults upon his emotional state all summer, he’d learned how to cope better.

Carl and Andrew didn’t have Darin’s experience in managing these violations. They were quite vocal in their shock and shame. They’d gotten used to Darin’s degrading acts and images, but this was THEM on the screen. And it was being seen by GIRLS. And not just by the three in attendance. Brenda and Stacy had these videos, too. Darin was no longer the only boy to be recorded naked and hard and having orgasms. Mariana’s telephoto lens had captured it all so clearly, she could’ve been only inches away.

Darin looked over at Ben. He was afraid the older boy was going to explode into violence. But Ben just sat there silently watching the videos with his mouth condensed into a thin, grim line.

The video ended with all four boys laid out naked, sweating and spent. Ben looked up from the screen and said, “That all you got?”

It wasn’t. There were other initiations on other days at other locations around the dunes. Darin hadn’t known the girls had followed them that closely or that often. There were the videos from the locker room at the pool. Mariana had set the cams up in different spots on different days. And her app gave her the ability to zoom in whenever she wanted. The girls had obviously done more than just set up the cams. They’d been watching the feeds and controlling the cams from poolside every time the boys had been in the locker room. There were videos of the boys undressing, taking showers, doing those other things in the showers, even using the toilets.

Then came videos of Darin taking showers out behind the cabin. Even one from the day Mrs. Galman had seen him as he was washing his penis and balls. There were more taken at night through the window as Darin thrust himself into the couch relentlessly. He never should’ve shown the girls where he was staying on the island.

What surprised Darin… and Carl and Andrew… even more were the videos taken from inside Carl’s bedroom the day Ben had been absent. How long had the girls had a secret camera set up in there before the boys unknowingly obliged by putting on a show?

Ben looked disgusted. “Christ. I’m gone ONE day and the three of you are at it without even the excuse of an initiation. Pitiful.”

There were further videos of Carl on other days, naked on his bed when he was alone. Carl apparently masterbated almost as much as Darin. He had a variety of styles and positions. Sometimes he did things with his other hand, too. Carl was moaning in misery as the images played out on the screen.

There was Andrew in his own bedroom gazing at himself naked in his full length mirror. Facing away from the mirror and looking back at it as he bent over, spreading his buttocks with his hands. Measuring his penis with a ruler. Pushing a fluffy teddy bear into the front of his underwear and then humping it on the floor.

And there was Ben, working out with weights in just a jock strap. Sniffing at his armpits when he got sweaty. Masterbating furiously while looking at porn on his computer. Piling pillows on his bed and humping them much as Darin did with the couch. Ben was naked or in that jock strap most of the time he was in his room. Even when he wasn’t masterbating, he was unconsciously playing with his genitals.

With six weeks of images to go through, it took quite a lot of time. Carl and Andrew had started crying early on and couldn’t stop. Darin felt sorry for them.

Ben remained stoic. After the last exploitive image came to an end, he sat back and waited. The girls were visibly disappointed they hadn’t gotten more of a reaction from him. They hadn’t gotten a reaction at all.

There was a long silence… except for the sounds of weeping from Carl and Andrew. Finally Ben spoke.

“So, what’s the deal? I assume you have demands.”

Debby, still flustered by Ben’s impassive response, said, “The deal is this. We’ve done about all we can do with Darin by himself during playtime. We know every square centimeter of his body. We DON’T know yours or Carl’s or Andrew’s. Yet. For the next few weeks, all four of you will be our play-pretties. You’ll do whatever we say. You’ll do it individually and in twos, threes, and fours. You’ll do your silly little initiation rites so we can watch. And a lot more. We’ve come up with some very exciting scenarios.”

Mariana said, “I personally want to see a four-way doing the dog lineup.”

Pauline clapped her hands and squealed. “And the human centipede. Don’t forget that one.”

Darin spoke up. “You’re kidding, right?”

Pauline smiled deviously. “Maybe.”

Debby looked irritated at the interruption. She continued, “ And you’ll do everything on camera. Not only that, we’ll document every square inch of your bodies like we did with Darin. Down to your little pink puckers. We’ve debated about whether your hole is hairy yet, Ben. We can’t tell from the videos. But we’re about to find out. And there’ll be some public exposures. Not as many as before. We were really pushing it with Darin. But the humiliation of the scenarios we’ve thought up will more than make up for the lack of quantity. Some of them involve multiple boys. In very incriminating circumstances. We’re being nice by only making you do it where mainlanders can discover you.”

Darin asked, “But not me, right? I’ve already done the public exposure thing.”

Pauline said, “Not like these new ones. So yes, you too.”

Ben asked, “And if we say no?”

Debby said, “Silly, all the videos will go public. ALL of them. Online, so all the world can appreciate your little boy bodies and what you do with them. But if you do the smart thing and say yes, we’ll keep all the… um… group action shots… offline. Now, the ones that are just nudes… we’ll still be uploading those. Like the ones of all four of you lined up in the showers. Don’t worry. Just the ones where you’re being clean… not dirty. And maybe that really cute one of Andrew on the toilet. And also some of the ones we’ll be recording today and in the future. But, like I said, nothing that shows a dick stuck in places it shouldn’t be. And no masterbation videos. Well… maybe some. But not many.”

Pauline said, “Be prepared for some interesting conversations at school.”

Debby added, “And just for the sake of transparency… we WILL be showing the full library, group action shots and masterbations included, to a selection of island kids. Boys and girls in our age group, but also younger and older kids. We just won’t email or upload them. Our specially chosen audience will have to be happy watching them on our phones. Or the iPad. And they’ll instructions to not let on to anyone, including you, that they’ve seen them. So you boys will always wonder who has or hasn’t.”

Mariana said, “Who knows, Ben? Sally Stevens has turned you down for over a year. Seeing that impressive thing you’ve got between your legs might just make her change her mind. You’ll just have to convince her you don’t only do it with boys.”

Carl managed to ask tearfully, “But what about Brenda and Stacy? You said they have copies of the videos. What if they upload them?”

Debby said, “They’ve agreed to keep them private on two conditions. They’ll be attending all future gatherings. AND… you and Andrew will put on some private shows for them. For the rest of the summer and on into the school year. They think you two are the cutest. A matter of taste, I guess. They’ve told me some of what they have in mind for you. Those girls are sick, sick, sick.”

Pauline said, “Don’t worry, Ben. No private shows for you. Brenda says you’re too scary to be cute.”

Debby looked at each boy in turn. “So, what’s it going to be?”

Ben told her, “Don’t look at THEM. I make all the decisions for the boys. That includes Darin. He’s an islander now.” He thought for just a moment. “We’ll do it.”

Carl and Andrews wailed, “NOOOOOO.”

Ben shouted, “Shut up, you little crybabies. You want the world to see the ‘group action shots’? How about what you do in your bedrooms when you’re all alone? If we say yes, at least only a few people will see all that. And it’ll be contained. It won’t go online.”

The boys quieted down, but were still obviously unhappy.

Ben looked at the girls. “You going to keep your word?”

Mariana answered, “Absolutely.”

“You’d better.”

Debby said, “We WILL. We have to live here with you, after all.”

Ben said, “I don’t like it. Not at all. And not just for me. Carl and Andrew don’t deserve this, and they aren’t as strong as me. I’m going to have to work on that. Some mental training along with the self-defense.”

Debby said, “Don’t work on it too much. They’re cute when they cry. Almost as cute as Darin.”

Ben asked, “And what about Darin? What about his videos?”

Debby told him, “Same deal. We’re going to share the ones that are just nudes of him. Maybe a few with his wienie hard. A couple of the better masterbation ones. But no spankings, no confessions, no group action, and most certainly none that show me or Debby or Pauline. Of course, Darin is already online in a big way. There’s nothing we can do about that.”

Ben said, “We’re going to do whatever you say. But just know this… It isn’t over. I WILL find a way to get back at you girls. It’s a promise. This is war.”

Mariana said, “I’m looking forward to it. I’ve always wanted to cross swords with you.”

Ben stood up. “So, when do we start? Now?”

Mariana waved her hand and said, “Proceed.”

Ben pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His shorts, shoes and socks followed. Darin expected the boy to at least hesitate before pulling his boxers down, but Ben wasn’t going to show even that little bit of insecurity. The underwear came down and off. Ben stood naked before the group with no hint of embarrassment. As Darin already knew, Ben was unlike the rest of the boys. He had a bush of curly hair above his penis. That penis was by far the largest, too. And not just because he had two additional years for it to grow. Darin doubted HIS would be that big at fourteen.

Ben didn’t flaunt it like he was proud of what he had. He also didn’t look ashamed for it to be on display. He gave nothing away. Darin wished he could be like him. Maybe he could if Ben’s promise of mental training actually worked.

Ben turned to the other boys. “Well, get up and take everything off.” He turned back to the girls, giving them a contemptuous look. He told them, “Do your worst, bitches.”

No Boy is an Island

Those final weeks were busy ones. Darin’s days were filled to overflowing with activity. There were mornings with the gang out in the dunes. Brenda and Stacy were now officially members. Under the eyes of the girls… and to the tune of their laughter… Darin got to know the other boys much, much better. After the show, the girls would split up into smaller groups to each take a boy aside for intimate inspections, fondling, photography, and anything else that came to mind. Even after all these weeks, they still found new and innovative ways to make Darin and the other boys cry with humiliation. Except for Ben, who was too stoic for his own good. His unwavering, stolid demeanor only drove the girls to increasingly outrageous tactics in their attempts to break him. Ben definitely got the worst of the girls’ attentions.

When Darin found himself feeling sorry for the older boy, he’d think about Ben’s previous suggestions to the girls for playtime with Darin. One day, as the boys recuperated in Ben’s bedroom from a particularly grueling three hours at the girls’ hands, Ben actually mentioned those recommendations. He said he’d been trying to push Darin to the point where he would rebel and take control of his life. Maybe that was true. But all it accomplished was more misery for Darin and more video to hang over his head. Darin was prudent enough to not point out that Ben wasn’t exactly in control of HIS own life at the moment.

Darin got to watch the other boys get spankings. He was glad to see Carl and Andrew cried just as much as he did. It was nice not being the only crybaby in the group. Ben didn’t cry however. He just lay across Mariana’s lap with that complete lack of expression. He didn’t even flinch or grimace in pain no matter how hard or how long she spanked him.

Each morning, the girls made the boys line up side by side and pee in unison to see who had the longest stream. The winner got to be on top when it was time to do the dog. The winner was always Ben, even when the other boys loaded up on sodas till they sloshed when they walked. Volume didn’t make up for the power of Ben’s penis.

Self defense classes continued, along with mental exercises to boost confidence and control. Darin was getting better at sparring with the other boys… but considering his starting point, that didn’t mean he was actually good at it. He might be able to hold his own in a real fight for just long enough to confuse his opponent with his semi-competence, allowing him a chance to run away screaming. Part of the classes from the beginning had involved running. And leaping. The dunes were a punishing obstacle course. Darin could now run for over ten minutes without collapsing in a sweaty heap and barfing up both lungs. For HIM, that was miraculous.

The boys always found time for computer porn and Xbox games and other normal activities. Darin branched out into other areas, too. He started going into town with Mom and Dad. He hunted for sand dollars on the beach with them. They continued to be astonished at his new, more outgoing nature. Dad even wondered aloud if Darin had been replaced by a pod person.

He knew a humiliating ordeal awaited him at school once the summer was over. Even if the girls suddenly developed a communal conscience and didn’t share any of their videos, there were all the other ones recorded by the hordes of beachgoers. It was going to be hell. But Darin had a sense that he just might be able to handle it.

He hoped Carl and Andrew found some of that inner strength to help them with their own upcoming ordeals with their schoolmates. If they didn’t, they had Ben there to help them along. If it got too rough, Ben could punch a few offenders into submission.

Darin was even feeling confident enough to volunteer himself in Andrew’s stead at a few of Brenda and Stacy’s private soirées when the younger boy was feeling overwhelmed. He learned Debby had been correct in her assessment… those girls were sick, sick, sick. Luckily, they weren’t obsessed with capturing every moment on video, so there was no evidence for Darin to worry about. Andrew was extremely grateful, and not ashamed to demonstrate it. Not that he really needed to do anything extra. The boys did plenty of that in their daily performances for the girls. Darin had the impression Andrew was more naturally disposed to such acts than the other boys. At least when the acts weren’t coerced. Darin didn’t mind. He liked Andrew. And he liked receiving Andrew’s gratitude.

Mariana finished her movie. They held the premier at Ben’s house on the big screen tv. She’d managed to work the other boys into what passed for a plot. Despite her boasting of the compelling narrative she’d created to tie all the various videos together, she seemed to be the only one seeing more than just random naked boys in a variety of situations. Maybe it was just too artsy for their plebeian sensibilities.

After the premier, Mariana took Darin out to a secluded spot in the dunes for his own display of gratitude. Even though he got to be top dog for a while, she was obviously still the one in control. For once, he didn’t mind.

The day before departure, Mom and Dad invited all the kids over for a barbecue at the cabin. Darin was terrified by all the disastrous possibilities, but everyone was on their best behavior.

While Dad flipped the burgers, he announced they’d rented the cabin for spring break and the following summer, too. Darin had mixed emotions about this. He’d made friends on the island. But he’d known horrors, too. And those horrors were going to follow him home and dog his steps forevermore.

Ben and the boys traded email addresses and phone numbers with Darin so they could all stay in touch. Then Debby gave Darin a special email for her and the girls on a private server. She also provided him with an address and password of his own. He had orders to take photos, keeping them updated on the changes his body went through during the course of puberty. Full body and closeups. Debby stressed what would happen if he didn’t. Mariana told him she’d better see his first little peach fuzzies when they appeared or she’d shave them off the next time she saw him. Some videos of him masterbating would also be appreciated.

When the ferry docked at the mainland the day after the barbecue, Darin was hesitant to step onto the pier. He knew that step would take him into a whole new stage of his life. It was going to be scary. It was going to be rough. But he’d survived Debby, Pauline, and Mariana. Nothing the kids at his school did to him could be worse than what he’d already endured. He hoped.

As he put his foot forward, he heard Ben’s challenge in his head and took it on as his own… “Do your worst, bitches.”